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.
Desire To Stay
Posted on November 9, 2022 by j.g.lewis
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We come and go, as routinely or as
regularly as we have before. The days
and destination vary, as expected, by
month or year, by happenstance, fate,
or intention. Our paths will cross with
others on a similar plane, acknowledge
our purpose, again and again, it is that
which is common we all wish to show.
We all want to belong. We wander, as
do so many lost souls, as purposely or
as randomly as it seems, Thoughts of
where, or why, cross our minds, so we
think more of the reasons than of the
time, a critical factor to common minds.
While where we go is as relevant as
why we stay, for how long remains the
bigger question. More a feeling than a
purpose, comfort comes when you least
expect it. Do we share the desire to stay
as deeply as we must? Or, are we more
influenced by wind direction, curiosity
or trust? We still want to belong. We
will stay when we feel welcome, often
accepting what little we know, always
uncertain when, or why, we have to go .
© 2022 j.g. lewis
