The front page on Christmas Day, 1916 
Tom Thomson
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In a large gathering I have nothing to say, but in the company of friends I am a different man
At times I am moody, temperamental and deeply discouraged.
1913 Northern Lake, Spring 1913 #tt1913 
Ever since the raids on London, Zeppelins are popping up everywhere 
As if war in Europe is not enough, I can't fathom that people are talking about civil war in Canada.
Swamps, beaver dams and logging chutes: the subjects are endless.
Avoid entering a canoe with anyone who displays evangelical fervour.
A moment is a hard thing to capture.
Surprise your darling with a leopard skin. Only $450 at Simpson's Dept Store. Open until 10pm tonight. 
Alone in a studio, one learns next to nothing about painting and nothing about life.
Hello Christmas!
I mind my own business and I expect others to mind theirs.
Art lives in its mistakes.
1916 Snow Shadows #tt1916 
Someone described me as an artist with limited funds and a drinking problem.
No need to shout at the Almighty, he won't listen
That an artist needs to be depressed and drunk to do his best is utter myth
Guiding yourself to bed by candlelight makes life feel less complicated.
It is better to be true to yourself than be a groomed puppet of insincerity and falsehood