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 April 26, 2021 by j.g.lewis
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I can only know what has happened
after it has happened, and only with
my limited experience in the
aftermath. History.
It changes daily. I may simply
see the shadows.
Ever notice how facts are formed
over time, through the day, without
advance notice? What can we expect?
Some Mondays are only Mondays,
other days will have to wait, at least
until this day is done.
The sun has risen as it has, as it
does, though differently today.
Time, more or less, passes.
Daylight will lessen, softly,
later in the day. A little longer than
yesterday or Saturday, in fact.
Change is welcome. Usually.
Bring on the night. Then
another day. Tomorrow I will surely
see today differently, in hindsight;
facts and all.
04/26/2021 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
all poetry all the time
right here
2 replies on “Mondays are just young Fridays”
So was it purposeful that you dated the poem the 36th of April so that, perhaps, you could catch history happening?
mistakes happen.
I am here, whatever the day, flaws and all…
and my history has been changed, just like that,
right back to the now. Thanks for catching that.