I helped Taylor Statten by hauling sand from Sims Pit to build his cottage chimney on Little Wap Island.

1911 Evening Lake Scugog #tt1911

Beach, pine, canoe and rapid. That is how Harris described Georgian Bay.

I mastered painting on unfinished boards. I painted to the loss of oil leeching into the wood

Fred Varley was always so enthused by my work.

A critic's first job is to make the reader laugh - at the expense of a stranger.

1913 Windy Evening #tt1913

I can’t get used to the idea of Jackson being in the machine

I am plain and easy-going as an old shoe.

Painting is an act of intimacy without repercussions.

Painting by moonlight, in frigid cold, or during storms have their challenges. You need to adapt your technique in these cases.

1917 Spring #upclose No. 3 #tt1917

My profession is painting, not fighting.

As I was returning in late 1916, the Duke of Connaught was being chased out of the country.

There is more promise to be an author-figher nowadays than being an artist-woodsman.

If you are to remain true as an artist, you need to remain true to the art you first learned as a craftsmen.

1914 Lake Freighter #tt1914

Wind from the east, fish bite the least

The best acquaintances are made over camp fires and pipes

I was as shy and cautious as a deer.