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.
Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on January 18, 2016 by j.g.lewis
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Think of all that is pure, and
all that is good. Think of all
that you need,
or all
that you should. Think of
stars through the day,
dream of sunbeams at night,
think of moments
you felt special,
and the times
it felt right.
Think of
how it was worth it, despite
fear and the pain, think of
how you’ll do it
the next time,
if you
do it again. Think
of the trust that you know,
and the truth
you could share,
think of the why and the how,
think of now,
think of where.
Think of all of the words
which need
to be said, go ahead
and say them without
hesitation, or dread. Think
of the things
you still haven’t done, but
remember the struggles
you’ve passed through,
and have now overcome.
Think of becoming
what
you’ve always wanted to be,
think of enlarging
the presence of
your whole and holly ‘me’.
Think
as you will,
of the who, and the way.
Think,
think it over,
and begin today.
j.g.l.
