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.
All Talk
Posted on January 26, 2022 by j.g.lewis
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We are supposed to talk; today especially.
What’s bothering you?
May I ask, or should I tell you my opinion on mental health?
Ask or answer, the stigma or stereotypes surrounding mental health issues will haunt you no matter how progressive we are told this society (any society) has become.
We are all damaged, right now.
We are fragile.
We read about it, we hear about it on the endless stream of mental health updates we are inundated each time we click on the device, channel, or format, of our choice.
Employers love to boast about all they are doing to help, packaging up pat answers, outsourcing online support systems, and stuffing them into some diversity and inclusion policy they are trying to use to show how progressive and forward-thinking they are. But only if it fits in the advertising budget.
It is all talk when we need action.
All. Of. Us.
What can I say about this mental hell?
We’ve been living through one of the greatest global health challenges we have ever faced over the past two years and still we don’t know where we are headed.
All this misinformation, disinformation, conspiracy theories and outright lies do nothing but confuse.
We have politicians spending more time crafting a good sound bite than they are trying to understand the implications of what it is they are trying to say.
All talk. No action.
I am in the age 54 years plus category that, according to pundits and poll-makers, are less likely to talk about their feelings.
I’m not sure it is safe to do so.
Who do we tell?
Who should we tell?
Politicians? Healthcare professions?
We can talk to each other; in fact we should, but maybe we should just keep listening.
A good answer or idea is due to come around any day now.
My ears are open.
© 2022 j,g, lewis
