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.
expansive thoughts
Posted on June 21, 2023 by j.g.lewis
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Transitional phase, retrograde emotions
takeover, if even you admit the passage of time.
At the cusp of solstice, as nightfall sets
you recognize dreams, goals and observations
far away as that shooting star.
There should be more, you see, though
there rarely is. Uncanny as it seems.
Make do with what you have.
Indecisive introspection, lift the veil, a resurrection
commonplace among uncommon minds seeking,
believing, inadvertent acknowledgement of
personal place and power. Casually stated,
surely underrated, this seasonal shift
gives way to a sky full of wonder. Eyes open.
It will not be dark for long.
Bottom of the night, seldom do we realize
what has occurred in those mysterious fragmented
moments leading to the break of dawn.
An impervious passive state, all
five senses diminish enough to permit expansive
thoughts of nothingness. Introspective perception
offers expediency to immediate needs.
If little else but hope, gladly seize the moment.
Daylight heals those inclined to darkness, for a time.
Self-care required, self-love permitted,
it may take awhile to find your axis. Look
across the universe when given this fleeting chance.
Personal place or power, claim all
you can breathe in. It settles where it belongs.
Honour the internal light; solstice provides a glance.
© 2023 j.g. lewis
