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Driving in Silence How do you approach an apparition? Travel Sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett From our safe seats We gaze at the grandeur of the empire Driving in silence Generation in Generation out #landscapeart #art #artist #metamodernism #posthumanism #digitalartist #Australia #Outback #sketch #travel #digitallandscape #horror #spiritual Blogger: jjfbbennett.com/2026/11/driv… YouTube playlist: youtube.com/playlist?list=PL… Patreon patreon.com/cw/JJFBbennett/m…

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Driving in Silence How do you approach an apparition? Travel Sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett From our safe seats We gaze at the grandeur of the empire Driving in silence Generation in Generation out #landscapeart #art #artist #metamodernism #posthumanism #digitalartist #Australia #Outback #sketch #travel #digitallandscape #horror #spiritual Blogger: jjfbbennett.com/2026/11/driv… YouTube playlist: youtube.com/playlist?list=PL… Patreon patreon.com/cw/JJFBbennett/m…

JJFBbennett: Driving in Silence jjfbbennett.com/2026/11/driv… Driving in Silence How do you approach an apparition? Travel Sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett From our safe seats We gaze at the grandeur of the empire Driving in silence Generation in Generation out

JJFBbennett: The Empire of the Primrose jjfbbennett.com/2026/11/the-… The city fell in a single night Holding it would take longer So the painters were summoned in the gloom And the saints on the stone walls... Were given his family's eyes

The Empire of the Primrose – A Video Poem | JJFBbennett The Empire of the Primrose is a visual poetry and contemporary video art piece exploring themes of power, historical resonance, and human ambition. Created by JJFBbennett. Empire of the Primrose poem The city fell in a single night. Holding it would take longer. So the painters were summoned, and the saints on the walls were given his family's eyes. A bloodline was found for him, older than the walls, older than the kings who raised them. Now even the earth must forget it ever belonged to anyone else. Atwork and Artist: Empire of the Primrose, JJFBbennett, JJFB Bennett Genre & style: Video Art, Visual Poetry, Contemporary Art, Spoken Word Art Core themes & common search terms: Art and Power, Historical Poetry, Experimental Film Blogger: jjfbbennett.com/2026/10/the-… YouTube playlist: youtube.com/playlist?list=PL… Patreon patreon.com/cw/JJFBbennett/m…

JJFBbennett: The Empire of the Primrose jjfbbennett.com/2026/10/the-… Empire of the Primrose poem The city fell in a single night. Holding it would take longer. So the painters were summoned, and the saints on the walls were given his family's eyes. A bloodline was found for him, older than the walls, older than the kings who raised them. Now even the earth must forget it ever belonged to anyone else.

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JJFBbennett: The Empire of the Primrose jjfbbennett.com/2026/10/the-… The Empire of the Primrose - Station 1 Do you have recurring dreams?Find Therapists Travel Sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett

JJFBbennett: The Empire of the Primrose jjfbbennett.com/2026/10/the-…

JJFBbennett: The Empire of the Primrose jjfbbennett.com/2026/10/the-… The Empire of the Primrose - Station 1 Do you have recurring dreams? Travel Sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett It is always dusk when the cycle resets, like waking inside the cold architecture of an unyielding, repetitive dream.

Adelaide River to Daly Waters: Through the Windscreen Have you seen the outback like this? Travel Sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett Through the windscreen, the drive south from Adelaide River toward Daly Waters reveals the continent’s layered past, unfolding mile by mile. The journey is not merely a passage through space; rather, it is a confrontation with history itself, where the frontier’s rupture transforms the land into a living narrative of loss, power, and the slow, stubborn return of what was once taken. Once you cross that violent threshold, where modern roads carve through the repressed ghosts of the interior, you can never see the Australian outback the same way again. The bitumen transforms: no longer a mere ribbon of asphalt, but an audacious thread of technology stretched tenuously over ancient, dreaming ground. Southward, beyond the iron-stained ridges of Pine Creek and the sun-scorched Barkly plains, the story changes. Here, the land speaks of colonial bravado undone, of cultures and nations ground and reformed by force. Telegraph station ruins, rusted mining relics, and solitary graves stand as silent monuments to an empire convinced it could claim and subdue a living continent. But as you near Daly Waters, the myth of permanence crumbles. The environment quietly consumes the remnants of conquest, drawing them back into the restless red earth and ironstone. In this immense expanse, the land’s living spirit endures. The scrub, the spinifex, and the ancient red earth feel no sorrow for passing empires; they outlast them all. With every mile south, the land’s quiet, relentless reclamation becomes unmistakable. Human ambition is humbled, and the outback’s primal pulse reclaims sovereignty over all who cross its domain. Blogger: jjfbbennett.com/2026/10/adel… YouTube playlist: youtube.com/playlist?list=PL… Patreon patreon.com/cw/JJFBbennett/m…