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.
Category: open space
It begins with a line.
I can’t say that’s the start of it, because there have literally been months of thinking, of planning, and conceiving. Until that first line, I have only been dreaming.
Artful study of subject matter, and colours, remaining cognizant of light and shadows, then plotting it out was only preparation.
A sketch is merely a dream on paper.
Then you make that first mark on the canvas: and then another. Line after line, so many to go; something to guide you. Intuition is not enough. Not yet.
It looks nothing like it will, or what you want it to. Art can take time.
It will evolve with the muse of the moment.
It is a work in progress.
Like myself.
Time and patience; I seem short of both, yet I will keep the pencil moving.
Line by line, by line, it will be some time before the brush touches the canvas.
The paint is waiting: it more patient that I.
Right now what matters is all I have undertaken; a responsibility to my creative self. The first line on the canvas signs my own contract with commitment.
It is happening.
Line by line.
By desire or design.
05/14/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on May 11, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
The final day to complete
the questionnaire. May 11.
General questions form statistics.
Where were you born?
Where you live, whom do you
live with? Among the millions.
What is your language?
Personal information required
by the nation. Confidential.
An obligation. An enumeration
of the population. Census.
How do you identify? By law,
you must reply to be counted,
to be accounted for. Today.
05/11/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on May 9, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
My first teacher, my mother set an example to me of how to be a human being.
My whole life, I have strived (at times struggled) to come somewhere close to the bar she set.
I have failed. I have failed others, and myself, so many times along this journey. In that I find the most important lesson my mother ever taught me: forgiveness.
To forgive is to let things go, realize your mistakes and continue trying not to forget the lessons learned.
Love is a lesson.
Happy Mother’s Day.
05/09/2021 j.g.l.
