Who can you blame?
Are the feelings unjust when a decision is a matter of knowing you must find fault or favour with the ill winds of change?
It is never enough to simply rearrange plans or predicaments. It is like making a prediction of all my flaws with my faith as fractured or fragile as it is, or has been.
Far easier to see what I haven’t been doing.
03/24/2023 j.g.l.
We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us.
We have suffered long enough.
The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning.
We need a brighter view.
We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.
03/20/2023 j.g.l.
Progress comes less from planning than participation.
Dreams and wishes require action and attention.
Start moving.
03/19/2023 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.
Art does not need to be understood as much as it needs to be created. For the moment art is conceived, captured, or undertaken, there is more than an understanding. There is a will.
Creation, in any form or media, demonstrates ideals and vision, its satisfies curiosity and proves a worth greater than any material possession.
Without question, art stands on its own. The statement it makes — however elementary or complex — does not need to be appreciated as much as it simply needs to be.
Art is like breath, it happens organically and is required for life to continue moving forward.
j.g.l.
