Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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a daily breath...

A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
other times
dull or
Still I write.

j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on November 9, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

Last Friday, the weather warmer than we deserve, I jumped on my bike and rode down to the lakeshore.
A November bike ride is rare.
It felt more like September, or August. I took my paint box with me.
During August I’d been making this same trip weekly.
I’d ride down to the lakeshore to paint. It was part of my August Art Immersion, and my ‘non-judgmental paint sessions’ were part of simply returning, or respecting (or rediscovering) creativity.
In August, this pandemic was weighing heavily (as it is now) and I needed to do something to break or disrupt the dysthymia I’d been feeling. Each day in August I immersed myself in something artistic.
Last Friday, it felt good to go back to the lakeshore, and to painting.
It doesn’t matter what I paint — even though the tree directly ahead of me was the same tree I visited in August — it matters only that I paint.
I can’t be critical of what appears on the page because that defies the object of the process, or the object of painting… or of art
It must just be there.
Yes, I always seek to improve, but on ‘non-judgmental’ painting days I am looking only to improve my mood.
It is what it is.
I am what I am.
Art reminds me.

11/09/2020                                        j.g.l.

Yes, Truth
Posted on November 8, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment


all ways.


11/08/2020                                  j.g.l.

Holding On
Posted on November 7, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

Leaves hanging on, holding on,
day after or day before.   Closer.
We know this can’t be autumn
evermore. Impressions.   Cooler
mornings. Slight breeze. The end
of one season, the beginning of
another a long cold winter. Soon.
Perhaps.         How can we know?
    Apprehension.   Wicked winds
have not yet stripped trees bare.
We find comfort in colour and
perception.    Sometimes it’s not
the ability to face a storm,    but
the forethought to recognize
what is coming.               Hold on.