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  Darwin to Adelaide River: through the windscreen There is a fierce poetry in that endlessness. Beneath the bleached brilliance of the open sky, the red earth anchors every twisted root, holding fast through the blur of travel. The scrub does not change its rhythm for those merely passing through; it simply continues its ancient, sprawling conversation with the sun, vast and untameable, stretching onward to the far edges of the earth. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge 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 .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to my music via  YouTube Music , Spotify , iTunes, Apple Music and Soundcloud To support my art, feel free to donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal    If you want to acquire JJFB's art creations as...

The art of futility

 

Creation doesn’t save.

Art stabilises.
That’s why art continues after belief has died.
Not because it promises something—
But because consciousness cannot stop itself.
The will to create isn’t heroic.
It’s involuntary.
A reflex.

The art of futility



I don’t make art because it matters.
I make it because consciousness produces excess.
And excess demands release.
That’s the first lie we’re taught—that art points toward truth.
Truth doesn’t need us.
It existed before our gestures and will remain after our silence.

Art isn’t revelation.
It’s a regulation.
An overdeveloped mind can’t remain idle.
Thought accumulates.
Pressure builds.
Expression becomes a discharge—not a message.

This isn’t noble.
It’s biological.
Paintings. Texts. Sounds. Images.
All variations of the same maneuver.

Once you see this, ambition collapses.
Influence.
Relevance.
These are metaphysical debts art can no longer pay.
The work is finished the moment it exists.
Everything after that is clerical.

Futility isn’t failure.
It’s accuracy.
Art doesn’t fail to redeem us—
Redemption was never available.
Meaning isn’t hidden.
It’s absent.

Art doesn’t expose that absence. 
It decorates it—
Just enough for the mind to continue functioning.
This is why the most honest art offers no consolation.
The artist who still believes in transformation
is only delaying the reckoning.

Creation doesn’t save.
It stabilises.
That’s why art continues after belief has died.
Not because it promises something—
but because consciousness cannot stop itself.
The will to create isn’t heroic.
It’s involuntary.
A reflex.

Awareness recognising itself as surplus.
Stopping would require a greater fiction than continuing.
Silence doesn’t resolve anything.
It only accumulates pressure faster

So art persists.
Not as protest.
Not as hope.
Not as resistance.
As a containment strategy.
A way for the mind
to endure its own clarity.

If there is dignity here,
It is not the purpose.
It is in lucidity.
Knowing the gesture is terminal.
The form temporary.
The effect is negligible.
And proceeding anyway.

The art of futility -  it is biological

So art persists.
Not as a protest.
Not as hope.
Not as resistance.
As a containment strategy.
A way for the mind
to endure its own clarity.












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  

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