The O.S.A. Spring Exhibition was a public disaster for us, - you should be fighting in the trenches, was the comment

It was in the autumn of 1915, after Carmichael had married, that I moved into the Shack behind the Studio.

Algonquin Park was mostly enjoyed by vacationing Americans and a few eccentric artists.

1917 Early Spring, Algonquin Park #tt1917

I considered my sketches as records of their own, not preparatory works for canvases.

After I finished my fire ranging job in late summer of 1916 I camped for the better part of two months.

Dr MacCallum encouraged Jackson to have an art show at the Arts and Letters club in 1913. Critics were merciless.

I play the mandolin, sing and love music.

1911 Moose in River Landscape Oil on Canvas 50.8 x 76.2 cm #tt1911

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

After I finished my fire ranging job in late summer of 1916 I camped for the better part of two months.

My neighbours never thought of my father as a serious farmer.

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1916 Jack Pine Sketch #upclose No. 2 #tt1916

Lismer taught me lightness of touch, MacDonald vigour of colour, and Jackson, mood and atmosphere.

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Near sunrise

I do not philosphize nor do I analyze myself.

Dawn is nigh

I helped my Uncle Brodie, a well-known naturalist, gather specimens. He gave me the eye for the details of nature.

When back in the city, I can never get Algonquin Park out of my head.

I have my own way of dealing with self-inflated people.

Toronto has become too military for my liking. Even the children dress as soliders.

My silence was not of a cold defensive personality - it was because of my directness and integrity.

Artists needn't worry about earning potential. It only happens after your expiry date

Beauty is buried under the thick layers of the obvious.

Because of my poor knowledge of European art I was free to create mine own

It is our savage nature gives us creativity and passion.

1917 Spring #upclose No. 3 #tt1917

A man does not go through hell and come out an incurable optimist

I can never keep straight who is fighting whom overseas

1915 Lumber Dam #tt1915

A good portrait can be peed into the snow.

People refused to believe I was painting real trees. Finally, Jackson had to say 'Yes, what Tom is painting is really there'

A lovely landscape cannot appreciated by an unlovely mind.

No need to shout at the Almighty, he won't listen

Those who go a-borrowing go a-sorrowing.