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 June 14, 2021 by j.g.lewis
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Some days are better than others; other days are worse than they should be, and many are the same as they have been before.
Nights are not long enough, and the days are too short.
Some days suffer by reputation or familiarity, few offer the mystery they have in the past, yet there are those that simply happen as they should. Those days, you see or do a couple more things than you usually do and manage a few surprises along the way. It just happens, and is more appreciated when it is not all planned out.
Many days are meant to be adventures, others do not move swiftly enough.
What you can count on is that Wednesday will always follow Tuesday, and then Thursday just takes place. Saturdays often blur into Sundays. If you do it right, Mondays are just young Fridays. It is not always routine, nor is it day after day again and again, as if it is part of the process.
Take from each day what it offers, and leave behind what you can, when you can; surely there will further disappointments or delays in the days ahead.
Try to spend more time remembering the good days, because bad days have a way of reminding you what they were and when they were. Celebrate the good ones, and try to squeeze in a few more in on a regular basis.
06/14/2021 j.g.l.
