Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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a daily breath...

A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .

expectations

   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.

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sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.

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A Personal Stake

Posted on October 31, 2021 by j.g.lewis // 1 Comment

The United Nations Climate Summit officially opened this morning in Glasgow Scotland. Over the next two weeks politicians, bureaucrats and scientists will attempt to further the Paris Climate Accord forged in 2015.
   Delegates will be dealing with decades old arguments and the slow pace of action that has done nothing but contribute to a hotter, deadlier planet.
   When it comes to climate change, greenhouse gases, and how to deal effectively with what is going on, politicians have proven they can’t be relied on.
   We must demand more of our global leadership. At the same time, we must all take more responsibility as we have a personal stake in carbon emissions.
   Think about it.
   This is our home.

10/21/2021                                                j.g.l.

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As long as capitalism is accepted as a righteous way to live, as a solid foundation for “civilized society,” we will continue to gobble up earth’s resources, convert them to poisons, and spew them back out into the air. Human beings are nothing other than a cancer, ravenously devouring its host, with no predators to stop its destruction. Whoever thinks that human kind is God’s final piece of work was devilishly deceived. And as long as human kind thinks they were that final piece of creation they will continue to do what they’ve always done. It’s a despairing and desolate view, tempered only by communing with nature, where one can still find it, and sharing love and compassion with those who still recognize it, and clinging to a determination to leave only bare footprints behind.

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