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 17, 2021 by j.g.lewis
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When did we stop looking up,
for no real reason, instead of
looking ahead or over to see
what’s coming?
Or looking up only to see
a sight, an attraction, even to
follow a voice, a plane, a bird,
a cry from above; rather than
lifting our eyes to the sky to
feel the sun on our face, or a
few spontaneous raindrops
unexpectedly refreshing
our soul. Feeling the awe.
Remember, as a kid, having
the time to look up and watch
clouds, or stars, or fireflies,
not even thinking what was
there, but knowing it was
important. Right there.
When did that stop?
Why did that stop?
Do you still wonder?
Today.
Look up. Look further than
what is there. Open your eyes,
unconsciously, and don’t even
think about anything except
being there.
Be there.
Get outside.
Look higher.
05/17/2021 j.g.l.
