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.
A Sacred Day
Posted on December 6, 2020 by j.g.lewis
// 2 Comments
I say their names
because I have a daughter.
I say their names
because I am human.
I say their names
because I remember.
Anne-Marie Edward
Barbara Daigneault
Anne-Marie Lemay
Barbara Klucznik-Widajewicz
Annie St-Arneault
Geneviève Bergeron
Maryse Leclair
Hélène Colgan
Nathalie Croteau
Sonia Pelletier
Annie Turcotte
Maud Haviernick
Maryse Laganière
Michèle Richard
December 6, 1989.
École Polytechnique.
The Montreal Massacre.
This is a sacred day.
Just as we pause on November 11, to pay respect for those who made the ultimate sacrifice defending our way of life in times of war, we must stop whatever we are doing later this day to pause and reflect on those whose lives were taken away, on this day.
There must be silence.
These women did not volunteer or ask for this violence. They lived with it every day, as many do now. Sadly.
My heart goes out to the families, friends, partners, and loved ones who grieve for these significant women.
I grieve with you.
deep peace
12/06/2020 j.g.l.
2 replies on “A Sacred Day”
Oh so poignant JG?. I didn’t know anything at all about this Montreal tragedy. My memories of 1989 are colored by end of year high school exams. Plus Tianamen Square & the fall of the Berlin Wall etc. However it’s never too late to remember the 14 females tragically massacred on 12/6/1989??????????????.
A day forever etched in my heart.