I try to stay away from everything, but it's more and more difficult.

Alone in a studio, one learns next to nothing about painting and nothing about life.

1915 First Snow, Canoe Lake

Tonight, I can hear the trains down by Front St. Union Station. A constant blow of whistles, bustle and clanging.

I look up at the night sky. Unlike a few nights ago, the sky is clear (no fog) and the stars are bright twinkling dots

100 years on. The mystery continues. #WhoKilledTomThomson ?1

Huntsville Station... and deer

Back to the Shack. It's bitter cold. Last night the mercury hovered around the 0F mark,

@OSAartists Hanging Committee for the 45th Spring Exhibition: Miss Mary Wrinch, Wyly Grier, and Robert Holmes.

It was my feeling that radical art could come from our knowing our country better, not by adopting foreign influences.

Bill pronounces: We have officially formed the @OSAartists Hanging Committee!

Another picture of the Shack. After all of the major renovations.

Bill is cursing that the streetcars should keep a straight line. I remind him there's nothing but to keep a straight line.

Bill should have stayed at the club - they have six bunks for the taking.

I bump into Bill Beatty. He's just returned from the Arts and Letters Club. Drunk.

Going over to the Studio Building to pick up my mail.

Tom Thomson visits Woodland Waterfall http://t.co/OJjW1Ori89

MacDonald seemed to have more financial debts than whatever I earned in my entire lifetime.

I kept fearing I would make a fool of myself

1913 Thunderhead #tt1913

In the city, one loses connection with the sun and sky

Without a pipe of tobacco and a good drink nothing can be done.

My father thought his boys owed him a living and forced us to stay on the farm until 21.

In 1906 my brother George gave up being a businessman and went to NY City to become an artist.

Be humble, be healthy, be willing to be taught.

Man is many things, but he is not rational

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

1916 Spruce in Snowfall http://t.co/TlgEl5OfUf #tt1916

Whenever I got robbed it was for good reason. The robber needed the money more than me.

1916 Spruce and Tamarack #tt1916

I never interfere with my friends' affairs, but the reverse isn't necessarily true

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

A lovely landscape cannot appreciated by an unlovely mind.

A good artist makes you forget you are looking at brush strokes on canvas.

The Canadian nation was born on the battlefield of St. Julien. - 1916 Varsity War Supplement

In a pinch, one part bacon grease and ten parts spruce gum can be used to repair a canoe

Jackson said of Bill Beatty, 'He is so soaked in monochrome that mild things excite him.'

Being right isn't all there is to life.

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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