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 March 15, 2021 by j.g.lewis
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I need to make some changes this week.
There are a few things on my list (this goes well past resetting the clocks), all of them intended to change, in some way, the way I live or have lived.
I feel it is time.
We have all come through a year of change. Many of the changes were unexpected, some of them demanded of us, but nevertheless it was change. We didn’t know it would take this long and, for a while, it seemed it wouldn’t, or it wasn’t.
And we are still changing. We are adapting. We are adjusting.
We are (or we should be) evolving.
Change doesn’t need to be a complete transformation, in fact; the slightest change may end up as your sweet salvation. But you need to change. You may need it more than you think; you might not even realize what is required or why it is necessary.
There are so many reasons for change and they change, as we do.
We need to change even if for no reason other than change.
The things that might have worked may no longer be working. Or could it be we are no longer working for change? The answers may differ, but the questions are always about change.
Time changes, the seasons change and we have all changed before (whether we care to admit it, or not).
Change is inevitable. Change is undeniable.
Change can be a wonderful thing.
Or change can be frightening.
Welcome the change.
03/15/2021 j.g.l.
