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.
Possibility
Posted on December 30, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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It caught my attention, randomly,
early one morning. Recently.
Peacefully.
I wander the city each morning. I look for
alterations to my landscape. Bare witness.
No point in walking if you don’t see. Changes;
graffiti to some, a symbol to others. Proof.
Peace.
It meant something to someone that they would
take the time to scratch out a symbol on a wall.
It meant something, on a bigger scale,
decades ago. Pacifism. Or protest.
Purpose.
Peace is more than a state of mind,
or symbol from another generation.
Realistically speaking, peace should be simple,
not a complicated shadow of pitfalls and politics.
Prayer.
Peace should stop you and grab hold of the senses.
A thought. An idea. An ideology. Silent action.
Possibility.
Decades later it is still only a thought. A dream.
It wakes me. It means something to me. Now.
Promise.
I’d like to think it means something to you.
Dare we find substance in a shared dream?
© 2020 j.g. lewis
“They won’t give peace a chance
That was just a dream some of us had”
-Joni Mitchell
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