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.
Twilight
Posted on April 27, 2022 by j.g.lewis
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Edge of darkness,
dusk signals the forthcoming night.
Fears settle, or are intensified.
As a child, my Mother called out my name;
a sign the evening was done.
City streetlights had just come on,
it was time to come home.
Dusk, then, signaled security
Twilight marked the beginning of the night for a teenager.
Time to spread seeds, share youthful conquests.
Adolescent dreams came alive.
Turn off the headlights.
We grow up at night,
learn the pleasures of another human’s body;
young women (or older)
who will, in many ways, turn you
into an man.
By nature, and by choice, you discover how
your body fits into another.
After dusk you learn
the secrets of the night. And responsibility.
Morning’s light will bring a new reality.
It was not always what your mother said it was.
© 2022 j.g. lewis
