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 November 16, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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We don’t get out as much these days.
We don’t see the people we used to see like we used to see them.
Our lives are missing the social contact we once had, at work or in the community.
When you are physically distanced or isolated, you don’t get, or are not allowed, to say the simple things.
We don’t hear “thank you” like we once did.
Without our day-to-day transactional ways we, generally, live our lives with fewer opportunities to express gratitude or appreciation,
Not going out, not getting what we’re used to, there is less of a reason to say it, or hear it.
Yet, as messed up as our little world seems at times, we do have so much to be thankful for.
Today, find something, or someone, to be thankful for and say it:
Thank you for being there.
Thank you for wearing a mask.
Thank you for adding a smile to my day
Thank you for making me think.
Thank you for being you.
Thank you.
11/16/2020 j.g.l.
