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 July 31, 2023 by j.g.lewis
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Commencement of an idea: a blank canvas.
What you think and what you believe, at times, are on non-collinear planes.
Separate thoughts.
The concept is not clear, but there is a distinct vision. Time is required to sort out the polarities.
I know I need colour, right now, to breakout of the homogeneous pattern of darkness I have settled into; a forced change might best state the obvious.
An interruption at least, a new perspective at best. Figurative or metaphorical, abstract thought equals diversion.
Random colours introduced, aware of the concept, but more or less tentative. Time is required, further consideration, to see what will dominate because, proportions aside, each colour is equal.
The divergent nature of complimentary contrasts is not colorfast.
My mood or mindset, over time, will sort out what goes where. Spontaneity has its place but has yet to show itself.
It is a process as much as it is progress.
No concern yet with accomplishment because, some days, simply picking up the paintbrush is as much an achievement as anything.
Thinking is believing.
07/31/2023 j.g.l.
