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  My Alien Plasma I made two digital artworks, each with a different approach. The first, Alien Plasma Neo, uses advanced digital editing to show a highly detailed energy being. The second, Plasma Alien, is a gestural painting that focuses on raw emotion. My interest in the 'energy being' theme comes from a lifelong curiosity about forces and life forms beyond what we usually see. I find energies and unseen phenomena fascinating because they represent transformation, vitality, and the mystery at the centre of my creativity. I want to explore how to visually convey inner power and life force, using both digital tools and painting techniques. I like experimenting with different tools to change an artwork. Comparing these two pieces shows how my intent shifts, much as a traditional artist might try out new media and methods. My first piece, Alien Plasma Neo, was all about hyper-definition and symmetry. I wanted to show this being at its highest energy, even down to the smallest en...
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The art of futility

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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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