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.
Posted on October 10, 2015 by j.g.lewis
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No time for a summer friend
No time for the love you send
Seasons change and so did I
You need not wonder why
You need not wonder why
There’s no time left for you
No time left for you
No Time
Bachman/Cummings The Guess Who
Every year, about this time, this song plays in my head. Every year. It comes with the season, autumn, when change happens quickly. A couple of cool nights, and the world is awash with colour.
It’s short lived, and though the season may last a while, all the vibrancy of life we have enjoyed over the past months seems to run out. The rain becomes cooler, the winds become harsh, and the world becomes grey and vacant.
Seasons change, and so did I.
I was about 10 years old when I first heard this song. At that time The Guess Who were big, not just by Canadian standards, but on a worldwide scale. They were bigger than a bunch of Winnipeg boys could ever have imagined.
I grew up about two hours down the highway from Winnipeg, and we heard a lot of the band’s ‘Wheatfield Soul’ on the radio while growing up. I had the records.
Seasons change and so did I.
I am still growing up. The song keeps playing, melodic, timeless, and real.
No Time is just one of the many hits from the songwriting duo of Randy Bachman and Burton Cummings, and it might not even be my favorite song from the group, but it is the one that comes to me year after year.
The lyrics hit me, in this season, more than any other time, and they hit me in a different way, every year, as I grow older. There are few songs (from this band, or otherwise) that can do this, this consistently, after more than four decades.
Seasons change and so did I.
I have. I continue to change, each season, every year. It is songs like this that remind us of the seasons of our lives, and how we have changed, how our lives are altered, and how, surely, we will continue to change.
You need not wonder why.
j.g.l.
