I never thought of becoming a professional painter until I met Harris and MacDonald
Tom Thomson
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Nature is the greatest teacher, imagination is the greatest artist.
1915 Timber Chute 
1915 Autumn Colour #tt1915 
I would freely give away my sketches if admired
1915 Autumn Clouds #tt1915 
A good artist makes you forget you are looking at brush strokes on canvas.
1916 Grey Sky #tt1916 @NatGalleryCan 
Lismer was dazzled by the enchanted sunsets, dazzling colours and sparkling air.
It was Lismer's readiness to accept and explore new land that made us such good companions.
Jackson said I never saw a good picture in Toronto
1915 Big Birch - current location unknown #tt1915 
I may not be considered articulate but I am a prolific reader.
I returned in 1905 to Toronto and began life as a letterman in a commercial art firm.
In 1901 I went to Seattle and was a lift-boy in a hotel.
According to 1916 Saturday Night, MacDonald is the chief offender on throwing paint pots at the Public.
If you want to be a critic of mine, be familiar with the trees, rocks, lakes, rivers, have them in your bones
Look for the specifics of nature to find its higher beauty
1916 Spruce and Maple #tt1916 
Fred Varley tried to play matchmaker but I felt unworthy of the match.