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 May 3, 2021 by j.g.lewis
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There is warmth and comfort where I am: inside.
On the other side of the glass, it promises to be nasty and wet, as it has been more oft than not over the weekend and the days proceeding. Spring is taking its time arriving and April showers runneth o’er to May.
Even today.
May rain, May snow (these days you can never know), but it seems less likely now than it was the other day. After all; it’s May.
There is the urge to settle in with a book on this side of the glass, rather than undertake my morning wander about this city. There is no particular place to go, and I usually do; rain or snow.
I don’t feel like it today.
I long for summer’s heat and, day-by-day, I seem to be hoping more and receiving less.
Look out the window.
The view changes daily, but it is still outside.
It is where I should be and, despite this seasonal objection, it is where I will go.
Today.
I will get out of my climate-controlled comfort zone.
Yes, at times, it is easier said than done. But I will as I should.
There is a big world out there, with so much to discover and much more to know,
I need to get outside and live. Behind the glass, I am only existing.
05/03/2021 j.g.l.
