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The Ethereal Ascent

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  The Ethereal Ascent The air in the room is violently still, creating a heavy pressure. She has long stopped looking at the clock, realising that time here is not a sequence but a weight. The waiting room has fractured; the mundane reality of plastic chairs and linoleum flooring splinters into a jagged, stained-glass fever dream. High-pitched frequencies of burning red and sickly blues vibrate as if hardened walls, echoing the frantic noise of a mind that has run out of distractions. Every sharp edge of colour feels like a spiritual siege, a sensory reminder that her momentum has been forcibly halted. There is no use in pacing. There is no use in resisting the authoritative hand of the "in-between." To survive this stall, she must stop fighting the current and become part of the stagnant water. She looks out, as if just awakened, and does the only thing left to recollect. She breathes. She waits. She waits for the shards to align once more. Be Creative and Innovative wit...
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The Sanctuary of Shifting Mirrors

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Artist Statement

This artwork continues my exploration into liminal spaces and the subjective nature of perception, a thread woven through much of my previous work. Here, the traditional space station "stop and revive" concept is reimagined as something more akin to a memory palace or a dreamscape. The ornate setting, rendered with a soft, almost ethereal light, contrasts with the expected utilitarian aesthetic of such a transit point, inviting contemplation on the nature of rest and rejuvenation in the vastness of space.

The central element, the round mirror, acts as a portal, a recurring motif in my art, representing thresholds between different states of being or dimensions of reality. Within its reflective surface, figures emerge in a brighter, perhaps more abstract space, blurring the lines between the tangible and the imagined. This deliberate ambiguity speaks to the fluid nature of experience within these unique sanctuaries, where the ability to choose one's desired ambience, quiet solitude or a lively social scene, extends even to the curated reflections of the self and connections to memory or loved ones.

Drawing inspiration from the evocative text, I wanted to visualise a space where the very act of "stopping and reviving" becomes an introspective journey. The difficulty in distinguishing between reality and illusion within this environment mirrors the way memories can shift and evolve, or how our perceptions of ourselves and others can be shaped by desire. The lone figure in the foreground, gazing into the mirror, becomes a stand-in for the traveller navigating these internal and external landscapes.

Like my other works, this piece seeks to evoke a sense of wonder and a subtle unease, prompting viewers to question the nature of their perceptions and the physical and mental spaces they inhabit. It is an invitation to pause, reflect, and perhaps glimpse the echoes of other realities within the void.


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Key words

Stopover, Sanctuary, Mirror, Reflection, Memory, Illusion, Ornate, Ethereal, Liminal, Void, Contemplation, Choice, Scifi, Space, travel, Virtual Reality, metaart, metahumanism, metamodernism, art, story, writing






John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett, is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via Blogger, YouTube, Flicker, Facebook, Instagram and Deviant Art. 

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To support my art, feel free to donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal  

If you want to acquire JJFB's art creations as an NFT - John's Opensea NFT profile is https://opensea.io/JJFBbennett  


Copyright

This artwork is protected by U.S. and International copyright laws. Distribution and/or modification of the artwork without written permission of the sponsor is prohibited.

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