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.
Month: August 2024
The initial theory, a colour wheel, plots perception, emotion and mood of a painting in progress. It is not always easy as it seems.
Values, texture, skin tone or clouds, present problems on certain days as you seek to capture (or understand) the surrounding world as put it in place.
Primary, secondary, complimentary, all proportionate realities which will consume your thought, if you allow rules to dominate your creative flow. Every colour combination presents its own set of statutes, if you pay attention. If it matters, and it doesn’t always.
A spectrum of ideals, analogous attempts at presenting a vision of what you feel (or as much as you see). In any medium.
Many times, it is tertiary, occasionally unimportant to the results you are trying to achieve.
Life’s palette tells its own story.
08/25/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on August 24, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Art does not need to be understood as much as it needs to be created; for the moment art is conceived, captured, or undertaken, there is more than an understanding. There is a will.
Creation, in any form or media, demonstrates ideals and vision, it satisfies curiosity and proves a worth greater than any material possession.Without question, art stands on its own. The statement it makes — however elementary or complex — does not need to be appreciated as much as it simply needs to be.
Art is like breath; it happens organically and is required for life to continue moving forward.
© 2020 j.g. lewis
Posted on August 23, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
There is that slight period of time after you wake, as the rest of the city remains undisturbed in comfortable beds, where you find your own comfort in being wherever you are.
For moments or minutes, there is balance. The equilibrium disturbed by yesterday’s issues and longstanding gripes has settled or been mentally misplaced. For now, today is only space on the calendar. For the time being, only now matters.
It is a starting point as night turns into day. Mentally, spiritually, even hypothetically, it is where you are. Stay there for as long as you can. Soon enough, disquiet and confusion, office politics, idle chatter and unwanted opinions will scrape the patina off the time you allow yourself.
Make this moment your own.
08/23/2024 j.g.l.
