Feb 21, 1917 Toronto World

I'm reserved, shy, chary of society

By the end of 1916, recruits were not keeping up with casualties. Conscription was in the air

1913-14 Snow in the City

If it works, it is true.

Mulligan stew is one of my favourite creations.

Several days at a time alone under canvas can clear your thoughts

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

1916 Birch Woods in Autumn #tt1916

Second-hand ideas about Impressionism mixed in the with brittle air of the North - that's never been done.

Park Rule: Netting game fish or killing them by explosives is expressly forbidden.

I play the mandolin, sing and love music.

My sketching style evolved quickly because the North demands quick adaptation to its environment.

1915 Canoe Lake, Spring #tt1915

@WinnieTrainor was 28 when I first met her. Shannon Fraser @mowatlodge referred to her as the Spinster of Canoe Lake.

Start of the art psychoanalysis c. 1916

Two in the bush are better than a party of four.

"Photographing live game is one of the greatest sports in the Northland". Poaching them is second. Painting them is a distant third.

Canada's Word - Varsity War Supplement Dec 1916

A painting when well executed is indistinguishable from magic.

I am generous to the point of being careless about money.

I never studied art, but I briefly attended business college.

I was frequently prey to the doubts of being an artist, but I loved the life.

My sense of colour came from my Seattle days where I saw the birth of the coloured images on the printed page

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

Authenticity is dirty, gritty, uncomfortable but the result is exhiliarating.

In Seattle is where I started watercolours, designing and poring over art magazines.

1915-16 Moonlight Oil #upclose

Tom Thomson's final weeks, relived via Twitter @globearts http://t.co/E07mAGnx

MacDonald made his first visit to Algonquin in March 1914. Jackson had been there a month.

The folks at Grip liked my work and encouraged my efforts.

The land that raises you will always be a part of you.

I feel like it is my duty to paint canvases but my real joy is sketching my boards,

War, like love, like religion makes all things new again. Written by poet knowing no difference between romance and horror.

Jackson showed me how to drag wet paint over previously dried paint.

1917 Cold Spring #tt1917

An artist always has his own version of place.

Treat friendships with rough courage.

Feb 17, 1917 TORONTO GLOBE: FRENCH AND GERMANS BATTLING IN CHAMPAGNE. BRITISH VICTORY LOAN EXCEEDS ALL EXPECTATIONS.

When I was intensely painting I noticed no one - not even bears.