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.
As What Will
Posted on May 30, 2018 by j.g.lewis
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Frequently designated a dreamer, in perpetuum,
among many other things, he does, he admits,
allow little space to plan.
Rightly or wrongly,
this is the path
he has ended up on. Difficult, perhaps,
at times when cracks in the concrete led him astray.
Only recently discovered, by accident more than fault, is balance
maintained in a world cluttered with discrepancies and dogma
forced upon him by conspiracy theorists, self-serving henchmen,
Jesus freaks and hangers on, black hole believers
and Masters of the Universe
who continue, ad nauseam, to propagate fear.
Erstwhile encounters not forgotten, not
soon enough, minutes bypass memory, he has clung to details
accounted for nostalgically and passionately,
each plank of a moral platform galvanized and scandalized.
He continues, white-knuckle grip, adhering
to a belief system founded over time; tested, altered,
as deemed fit or favourable.
Fully aware and seemingly appreciative, he has crossed the line
from seeing himself merely as a character in this long drawn-out drama
to bearing witness
to what happens, as it happens.
He, alone, will not wait to understand, but,
carpe diem, record the state of a disingenuous planet.
Each event, as it unfolds, to be accepted as what will.
No longer a second-hand story in third-person narrative,
this first-person view could offer confusion at worst,
discomfort at least, though instant, authentic, and liberating in ways
only he will determine. Tenet nosce.
Each element of freedom comes at a cost.
He will taste the summer ahead, open mouthed, open-minded,
without concern of those in the past, but
with a belief not to get too far ahead of himself
in the dreams he conjures.
Self and the spirit pacified today with the joy offered,
instead of looking for what
is no longer there. It is easier that way.
© 2018 j.g. lewis
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