What shows
how little
we know?
What can be is
oft far less than
what we expect.
What is now
has never been
what it was.
07/25/2024 j.g.l.
value beyond
Simplicity.
Is there emotion in austerity?
Humanity?
What do you see when attempting
to define your limited visibility?
Minimalism, abstract impressionism
or incorporeal thought.
Less is more, but is it enough?
Texture, tone, and value beyond
your current scene. If you take it to an
extreme, you will question
what it means.
What is really there?
What line do you cross?
Can simplicity be complicated, or
should it even be attempted?
07/23/2024 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
Things will not go as planned. Intentions will be disrupted, even overlooked, in the aftermath of an unexpected reality.
Where you are headed will not be the place you end up, undoubtedly or undeniably. No matter how hard you attempt to make each gesture, brushstroke, promise, prayer, or pastime as perfect as you believe it can be, many times you will not arrive at a perceived destination. All too often your endeavors never hit the mark; at times your work may be better than expected (celebrate those moments), but everything (even your judgement) is subjective.
You are not limited to, or by, the colours in your paintbox or progression of your process.
Imagination is as limited or expansive as you want it to be. Give it time to blossom; in certain instances, you may even have to reel it in. This is all about possibilities, no matter which media, method, or style you are beholden to.
You owe your art (or life) nothing but your presence; the value comes from the practice, as rudimentary or spontaneous as it is or will become.
07/22/2024 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
April is Poetry Month
Posted on April 25, 2015 by j.g.lewis
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Je Suis Comme Je Suis
In any language, on any given day, I am what I am.
Flesh, fire, and stardust; be aware or be damned.
Wanderer by nature, a wonderer at heart,
I am restless and reckless,
and that’s just the start.
Absent-minded, intermittently, unafraid to say,
I rely no longer on moments, or days.
I can try, and have, to be the person I’m not,
but I couldn’t, and can’t,
or I maybe forgot.
I have changed, and still I keep striving to grow
but if you asked how, I’d say
I don’t really know.
A messy concoction of bad habits and traits,
don’t ever tell me I’m settled in my ways.
Sensitive, sensible, and sensual; not at once,
I’m a thief, and an asshole, and occasionally
a dunce. Honest to a fault, patient and kind,
a disappointment, like no other,
in some people’s mind.
I’ve a handful of vices, and personal setbacks
I’ve paid for them dearly, even the tax.
More Dr. Suess than Dr. Phil,
my advice you can trust,
still I’ve no cure to offer, my intentions are just.
A contradiction of sorts, with morals to test,
I try to do something, and keep trying my best.
More than seven billion people and not one
like me.I am what I am.
Je suis comme je suis
©2015 j.g. lewis
