1916-17 Maple Saplings, October - canvas 
Tom Thomson
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I had earnestness, instinct for design, feeling for colour and knowledge of the North.
I detest subterfuge and snobbery but I am sensitive to ridicule.
My blue palette: Cerulean, Cobalt, Prussian, and Ultramarine
I never had a good ability to paint the human figure. Perhaps, a blessing in the end.
1914 Petawawa Gorges, Early Spring #tt1914 
It was my feeling that radical art could come from our knowing our country better, not by adopting foreign influences.
The essence of life is creative but our manner of living is not creative.
Unlike my artist friends, I never took any formal training.
Jim MacDonald introduced me to Thoreau and Emerson
1914 White Frost #tt1914 
By the end of 1914, I knew where I was going and how to get there as an artist.
I like the people of Algonquin Park. Genuine with rough edges still in view. Just like my boards.
Jackson said of Bill Beatty, 'He is so soaked in monochrome that mild things excite him.'
Deal with the crisis of the day, then have tea.
1910 Hotel on a Hill 
Vulgarity, misapprehension and ignorance are old acquaintances
I mastered painting on unfinished boards. I painted to the loss of oil leeching into the wood
I had a love of music, especially the Mendelssohn Choir in Toronto
Sometime I feel like a phoney and fear my work will be revealed for what it is.