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 August 28, 2017 by j.g.lewis
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I write in my journal most every day, thoughts about where I am and what I am feeling. Random things most of the time, I think it allows me to easier deal with my thoughts.
There is nothing as inspiring as a blank page.
Every day begins like a blank page. There is space to wonder, and space to fill. Some days I may write similar things, just as other days I may do the same things I did yesterday, or last week. We all have that day-to-day stuff we need to do, just as we also try a new activity or experience.
Some days we see the same people. Some days we wonder how they are feeling, as much as we wonder about our own emotions or progress. So we write. Life is, at times, easier when it is all spelled out. At times we have to read between the lines.
Important, then, we have the space. Important how we spend our time.
Each day is a blank page. Not all of them are the same. Some days the ink flows, other days we spend more time correcting mistakes. Sometimes there is more space, sometimes it is darker. All too often it is ruled.
Each page has a purpose. Every day has a purpose. It is important to fill it up.
Make it meaningful.
Today is new page.
Write on.
08/28/2017 j.g.l.
