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.
Month: September 2019
When lost for words, we seek direction.
We attempt to explain all that cannot be explained as we would describe an abstract painting.
We try to resolve, or justify, the mystery in technical terms or offer random comparisons to peers and periods, instead of simply giving in to the emotional appeal of the subject at hand.
In doing so we struggle to make logical the abstract, when that — by its very nature — is not sustainable. To demystify the abstract is to lessen the impact.
By oversimplifying the overwhelming magnificence of a Picasso, Kandinsky, or Riopelle down to a brushstroke is to ignore the relationship of angles, the depth of each hue of pigment, and the feverishly original thought.
It is like purposely trying to make the beautiful seem banal, simply because we feel it might be easier to deal with.
What is there to explain?
No everything can be put into words.
It is what it is.
09/02/2019 j.g.l.
Posted on September 1, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Dreams, goals, plans; we all have them.
Some we have accomplished, others are
left latent, unrealized, or deferred.
They wait, as do we.
When is the time right?
When, or how, will you know?
It will (or it can) happen, you know, or
you know what you can do, so why aren’t
you doing what you need to do.
Nothing will happen if you don’t try,
So why don’t you?
Try.
Dust off that dream, try to make it happen.
See what happens.
09/01/2019 j.g.l.
