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.
Posted on August 13, 2016 by j.g.lewis
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“I’m inhabiting a life I’m not
supposed to be in… and at
certain times in my life, I
have felt a wrongness. And
not a moral wrongness but
a sense that this isn’t what
I was born to be doing. “
– Sam Shepard
cloud songs
Living long past the nostalgia
and fairy tale days, they are real
and come to you
when needed.
The fire has been silenced by
the doubtful
and the disbelievers,
yet the will is still there
for those who care.
Through the shadows, adorned
in sunlight and hope, they show
themselves
in mysterious ways,
to those who believe . . . or have.
Open your mind,
your heart and soul
to the kiss
of the dragon.
j.g.l.
Some days I think things I just can’t say.
It’s not that I am ashamed or embarrassed
of my thoughts, or even that they might not
be appropriate. I don’t even fear what would
happen should they come out in conversation,
or random reply, but at certain times I just
want to surround myself in silence.
I might not even want to think those things
let alone put them out there.
One of the traits that separates humans from
the animals (besides the use of a thumb) is an
ability to communicate in so many ways. At a
time where a phone is no longer a phone, but
a device that instantly connects us quickly to
the worldwide wonder, we can effortlessly
broadcast our beliefs so others may know
where we stand. Or what we are thinking, if
we want.
Part of the whole freedom of speech thing is
knowing you don’t have to.
j.g.l.
