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Tom Thomson
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Follow the Journal of My Last Spring on nostr. Tweeting in real-time from 1917

In 1908 I joined the engraving house, Grip Ltd - it was my graphic arts university.

1916 Red Sumac #tt1916

In Toronto I took my midday meal at the local lunch counter.

I go to church but have no formal religion.

My grandfather was the most celebrated fisherman in Pickering, my father in Sydenham and me in Algonquin.

1916 Career Opportunity

In fly-fishing for trout one must observe his twelve several flies. Izaak Walton

Toronto World: Oct 2 1916: ANOTHER ZEPPELIN RAID IN PROGRESS, ONE MACHINE IS DOWN

1916 Moonlight and Birches #tt1916

Roll up your blanket, go into the bush, and when you return, wreak your soul on a canvas.

Oct 02 1916: Temperatures for today, HIGH 67F LOW 36F

My blue palette: Cerulean, Cobalt, Prussian, and Ultramarine

I found the social atmosphere at Go Home Bay too much. I liked being alone

I would see a thousand things in the wilderness that others missed. I knew where to find subjects.

1916 Petawawa Gorges, Fall #tt1916

I prefer a more direct handling of colour than focus on meticulous detail and perspective.

In the summer of 1915 the Lismers moved in with the MacDonalds to farm for cash crops.

I bought my canoe in 1915; it disappeared in 1917.

1916 Sunset Algonquin Park #tt1916

1916 Autumn Algonquin Park @aeartcentre #tt1916

1915 Algonquin Park, September #tt1915 @mcacgallery

1915 Algonquin Park #tt1915

1914 In Algonquin Park #tt1914

1912 Dawn in Algonquin Park

There are advantages to remaining free, especially as an artist with little to no earnings.

I am not proud of my painting but am cocky about my fishing.

Pumphouse #upclose

Of the creatures that alter the landscape in the North, beavers run a far second to our fellow man.

Good art is understood with the mind's eye

In 1901 I went to Seattle and was a lift-boy in a hotel.

It's thunder that scares the hell out of you, but it's the lightning that kills

Roll up your blanket, go into the bush, and when you return, wreak your soul on a canvas.

In 1916 we would make fire towers of tall pines on the hill. We build ladder-steps into the tops of the trees.

I had the reputation of being an ornery person on occasion and a womanizer.

Fred Varley tried to play matchmaker but I felt unworthy of the match.