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

Dr.A.E. Ranney - looking much happier than on the evening of my inquest #TomThomson IMG_20150107_125819_2.jpg

I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree - poet Joyce Kilmer

1917 Winter Thaw #upclose No. 2 #tt1917

By 1910 I was making regular sketching trips with my friends to Lake Scugog, Weston, Lambton and York Mills.

It was my interest in advertising that led me to photoengraving.

I knew all of the birds and their song.

In May of 1916 I reported for work in Achray as a fire ranger in the Park

1915 Split Rock, Georgian Bay #tt1915

In 1916 Thomas Edison started taking yearly camping trips to escape the modern life he created.

An old hat, an old suit, and a fishing rod is all I need in the wilderness.

I once went on a long canoe trip with George Rowe. After 3 weeks, I lost 22 pounds.

1916 Grey Sky #tt1916 @NatGalleryCan

The beauty of the North can exist in the ugliest and most forlorn tree. Indeed, this is the root of beauty.

Still up North http://wp.me/p2YBXq-11x

The most bland are downright offended by the use of bright colour.

If you admire my work, I'd likely give it to you.

Toronto World: Oct 29 1916: No Edition Today.

Harris encouraged me to knock out of me preconceived ideas of art. I had none to begin with.

1916 Chill November #ttcanvas

I picked raspberries on one side of the bush, while a bear was picking on the other.

I started working at Grip in 1908. That's where I met Jim MacDonald.

I can see directly into the landscape and transform it.

1916 Snow in the Woods I #tt1916

Why does a Nation have to define itself by War? Why not by Art?

1910 Margaret Thomson, my mother #tt1910

Trying to be naive and not intellectual gives you the better product.

1914 Red Leaves #tt1914

My father was not a particularly hard worker but he expected us to be.

Someone once observed that I like art better than women.

1908 View from the Window of Grip Ltd. 14.9 x 10.2 cm Gouache and watercolour on paper #tt1908

Being an artist have given me an independent point of view - not good for the war effort some say.

October 1914, Jackson met up with in the Park. That fall, the colours were their finest.

1916 A View from a Height #tt1916

1913 Moonlight #tt1913

I began my career as a painter in 1906 by copying others.

1915 Autumn Woods, Algonquin Park #tt1915

I am cordial, untamed, moody, exuberant - all at the same time.

A girl once said of me 'I would have married him in a second, but he wasn't the marrying kind'. She was right.

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