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.
Month: January 2021
In the time since then
and now. An absence.
It has been too long.
We forget.
Memories, infrequent or few,
tarnish and fade yet
I even miss the thought of you.
01/19/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on January 18, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
For no other reason than I thought I should, or mainly for the reason that I actually could, I sat with my sketchbook in a park in downtown Toronto on Friday afternoon.
It was that sort of day: mid-January with the temperature well above freezing. No snow and no rain, no need for gloves, and a little sunshine for a change in these continually grey days.
It was a beautiful day, so why shouldn’t I be out sketching non-judgmental art for only the reason of creativity. You should always allow yourself to be inspired by art, or even the thought of creating art..
With CODID-19, we are into a lockdown in Toronto (a state of emergency actually) with a ‘stay at home’ order. You are only supposed to go out for essentials or exercise. I felt this fit into both categories.
Isn’t art essential to your well-being?
Shouldn’t we all take the time to exercise the soul?
For me, it was a break from the reality we’ve all been living with. For a while I lost track of time. It didn’t feel like winter, but it certainly felt right.
I realized I should do it more often.
Pandemic be damned, I will.
01/18/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on January 17, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
You will be perplexed by the questions or deceived by some of the answers; there are many.
You may not even understand the art, but you shouldn’t be confused by its purpose.
Art is art, in any state or format.
The process and the feelings are emotions it provides are personal.
It is felt more than it is viewed, or read, or watched
It is experienced.
Art is the reason more than the result.
01/17/2021 j.g.l.
