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This ring is the disparity portal

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  This ring is the disparity portal What are our cognitive struggles? Metamodernist art by JJFBbennett The glass ring doesn't just divide the canvas; it bridges two entirely different eras of the soul. Look to the left. You see that heavy, anxious abstract expressionism—thick, turbulent strokes of purple and white paint colliding in a chaotic swirl. It’s the noise of modern anxiety, the visceral weight of our internal cognitive struggles. But follow the curve of the glass to the right, and the world opens up into an almost naive, idyllic landscape. Soft green hills, a quiet, winding river, and a pastoral peace that feels like a memory of a place we’ve never actually been. It’s intentionally a bit ironic, a bit nostalgic—a digital dream of simplicity. This ring is the disparity portal itself. It is a lens balancing on the fine line of metamodernism, suspended between cynical detachment and sincere hope. And if you look closely right there on the upper-left curve of the glass, I left...

Sydney Steps Q

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How do you find your way? Who would have thought? That you could end up How you dreamt it In place in time Without regret I didn't

Sydney is vivid

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Sydney is vivid But what happens next? I am curious It's all perception I now see so much more But I cannot see what is coming And I am haunted by what cannot change This primordial slime When all was possible Enjoying what you do But my understandings are not established

Whitely Selfie Sydney

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Location Sydney Harbour, hanging inside the Convention Centre at Darling Harbour There is a theory going around A theory where you gain insights into all that is But there is nothing for you And yet you are driven to see yourself in everything that is We are still hiding in that dark room With only one candle lit In awe of our shadows Looking at what we do with ourselves

Sydney Fish Tank Schooling

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You must Learn to behave To learn the rules To learn the lines To know the ropes To be of the standard Schooled within an infinite number of virtual fences