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.
morning thoughts 5:19 a.m.
Posted on November 10, 2021 by j.g.lewis
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Yesterday did not go as planned.
I had things to do – things I needed to do – that simply did not get done.
Lately, many days have been like that. More than I care to admit.
Some days I fail to see all that I have.
Other days I’m unsure where I am going, even when I try to adjust my
way of thinking or alter my direction.
When I struggle with all this negativity, I don’t (or can’t) take into
consideration the many good things that I possess.
I’m too caught up in the emotional traffic and feelings of anger that
rise up from the disappointment that I can’t focus on the task at hand.
I don’t think I’m unique.
I believe we all have things we want to accomplish.
We don’t all struggle. Few of us admit we are nowhere near where
we need to be. None of us are perfect.
I am flawed.
Some days I can’t quite see past all the imperfections, but still
I will keep trying.
I don’t want today to simply turn into yesterday.
