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.
Can We Wonder?
Posted on July 15, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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We are, right now, captive in a moment where we are questioning everything we have known.
All of us want answers.
Too many of us have been isolated for too long. We now doubt everything from our faith to our practices, our governments, science, and each other; even those we are closest to.
More so, we question ourselves and will continue to do so as long as this pandemic threat continues.
We are tired of the distance. There is a gulf between what we used to know and all we can’t understand.
We no longer trust. We can’t.
We haven’t bottomed out (not yet), financially, morally, or spiritually but we don’t even know how close we are. We cannot know how deep this well runs, nor can we feel how empty it is.
We have lost touch.
We lack human contact. We are tired of looking at everything from a distance. We have lost perspective.
We have grown tired of waiting. We are tired of wanting.
Each of us is questioning where we are, what we have, and when we will get out of this mess.
There is no answer. Sadly, we wouldn’t believe it if there were.
Nothing is normal.
When will this end?
Will we go back to the way things once were?
Do we go back to what we were doing (can we go back) or will we allow our thoughts to wander. Can we wonder?
Can we still dream?
Are our dreams relevant? Are there some dreams we’ve held onto which can no longer be salvaged?
I have no answers.
I have no more questions than the next human. My voice is restricted to what I know, and I’m not even sure if there is value in knowing any more.
I no longer understand.
