Julia Bennett (b.1995, California, USA) is an American artist based in Seattle. She holds a BA in Film/Photography from Seattle Pacific University.
Her practice strives to inform and engage transdisciplinary thinking in the time of the Anthropocene. Her work explores disorder, collective mourning, and the paradox of ongoingness and futurelessness.
The continuous creation/erasure/recreation of my work reveals the convergence and collapse of life in the Anthropocene. Observation of the dualities between the real and abstract present unsettling but imperative questions about the cyclical nature of human-made history. My work recognizes the inherited, biological, and violent nature we posses, seeking acknowledgement in order to pull apart, dissect, rehabilitate, awaken.
Emotional in form, reflective in composition–lived experience, research, and fictitious futures accumulate onto the “rag on the wall” in repetitive, instinctual movements. Content and emotion are critical to each cycle of evolutionary development. This work is constantly reshaping itself in form and practice; as information becomes accessible, new gestures are created or destroyed, only to be reformed again as thoughts become irrelevant.
These paintings have become a reflection of our entangling with an earth we have colonized, commodified and ultimately consumed without ceasing. We humans, like the rest, are constantly manifesting and decaying into one another–in every point in time and in every composition. Our cells consume until they die. We, collectively, will follow.
Neglected Parables — Plaster, recycled foam, tape, 2020 Seattle Times newspapers, gesso, oil pastel, acrylic paint 18 x 27 x 5 cm
Neglected Parables (in front of The Duality of Ongoingness and Futurelessness, no. 1 & 2) — Plaster, recycled foam, tape, 2020 Seattle Times newspapers, gesso, oil pastel, acrylic paint 18 x 27 x 5 cm
Revelation, panel 1 — Acrylic and oil pastel on canvas 45 x 60 cm
Revelation, panel 2 — Acrylic and oil pastel on canvas 45 x 60 cm
Dat zijn maar blauwe bloempjes — Oil and acrylic paint, loose pigment, canvas and satin collage 92 x 122 cm
To be part of the earth, red soil seeps into me, lifts and holds me as I bleed back into it — To feel the stillness and vibrancy of being, there's a heaviness but I'm not alone; we share the weight of the earth. Oil and acrylic paint, loose pigment, canvas and satin collage 92 x 122 cm
The Wailing Underneath It — Oil and acrylic paint, oil pastel, charcoal on canvas 20 x 25 cm
Ruptured perception — Oil and acrylic paint, oil pastel on canvas 40 x 50 cm
Transforming microbes into landscapes, human into mycelium.
These forms offer a coup d'oeil of a distant world; peculiar and otherworldly, magically life-full.
Duality of Ongoingness and Futurelessness, no. 1
Duality of Ongoingness and Futurelessness, no. 2
Oil and acrylic paint on canvas
140 x 190 cm
The future has been fictionalized so extremely that nothing feels real anymore. Religious folk await the next life while the rest of us try to survive, if only we could stay planted on the ground, with the ground, to become apart of the ground.
Rock yourself to sleep with visions of worlds before,
trouble is close enough to taste, to smell, to touch- even in your dreams.
All I see [in dreams] is catastrophe, the nearness is overwhelming-
I sometimes wonder if I'm clairvoyant (I have a majority of water elements, after all) or maybe a vivid imagination paired with a hefty consumption of futurology makes the proximity to crisis ever more imminent.
Is dreaming is the only way to stay attached to our reality? As if it's the only way to stay apart of the disorder; with no backing out except to wake.
But that's the problem with waking, you can choose to escape the mayhem, dissociation, disbelief, keeping faith in the regularity of bourgeoise life; delaying the inevitable. Because desecration isn't far away, it's already here. And many can't escape that reality, neither in sleep nor wake, only in death.
What we need is a rupture of habitual cognition - the "rapture" can wait.
The future is here, our present already belongs to our past.
Speculative futures — Oil and acrylic on canvas 280 x 214 cm
A spectral presence inhabits the landscape while neglected ghosts consume the body--one so effortlessly unnoticed while the other, laboriously constant.
We are part of all we have encountered.
Fired earthenware clay, house paint, epoxy glue
30 x 10 x 10 cm