We want to know what
we don’t know, or hadn’t thought of,
or forgot.
What mattered then,
or what mattered when, shifts over time.
We notice.
Perception is what you don’t see.
Deception is what know.
You see it differently through your aloneness.
The truth behind a lie,
you question how and why.
It made sense.
Anticipation keeps us waiting
for only so long. Will it matter
if you felt it never did?
© 2021 j.g. lewis
Slow down: even with the ideas that come to quicky. Take the time to acknowledge the feelings that arrive, as they arrive.
Write it down. How else will you remember what you were thinking?
Print neatly. You hardly understand the thoughts at the time, why make it more difficult to comprehend weeks or years from now?
Follow your own logic; only you need to truly make sense of what is happening, or all that has happened.
Pay attention to the lessons of the past. Be mindful that not all are worth repeating.
Clarity. Make corrections as you go. Flaws become more difficult to correct the longer you live with them.
11/14/2024 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.
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.
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.
