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.
Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on January 2, 2023 by j.g.lewis
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I have a new notebook, journal, day planner, and handful of new pencils at the ready to capture thoughts, reminders, prose and poetry in the days ahead.
What a wonderful way to begin the year: a clean slate.
Certainly, over the coming weeks and months, the pages will become dog-eared and damaged, sullied by reckless thoughts (obscene or otherwise), inconsequential concerns, and temperamental flashes of brilliance only I might understand or acknowledge, but what ends up on the page is only limited by a will and capacity to fill it up.
I will account for my time, scribble down appointments or messages, write out words (or a series thereof) that describe feelings, emotions and events as I, essentially, keep track of life.
I’m rarely at a loss for words. It is important to know there is always space for whatever I choose to record and create in the moment, as the moment arrives. Important as it is to have words and thoughts, it is crucial to have a place to leave them.
Write on.
01/02/2023 j.g.l.
