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.
To Wipe Away
Posted on April 16, 2021 by j.g.lewis
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Interrupted evolution. Restructured
constitution blindly leading us through
these dense desperate days. Last gasp
effort before come what may.
Unknowingly, in this life, at this time,
we carelessly lend our thoughts to
emerging issues of chaotic unrest,
entirely unimaginable consequences
and derivative theories based on the
unaccountable actions of others;
ignorant or otherwise.
Disrespectful disruption in our once-
steadfast direction detracts from the
soul focus, purpose and strength,
taking us out of our personal space,
all too often, contributing yet another
layer of dust or deceit to these
ceremoniously complicated lives
we have been striving to lead.
In unprecedented ways, we can barely
attempt to wipe away persistent residue
of weeks and years of neglect, trying to
remain accountable first and foremost
to ourselves. Aren’t we all
in this together? Expressed empathy
contradicts our haphazard humanity.
How on earth can we be expected
to clean up societal problems if we all
have our own housekeeping to do?
At this time, in this life, couldn’t we
all use a little more help?
04/16/2021 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
all poetry all the time
right here
poetry every day
