In the city, one loses connection with the sun and sky
Tom Thomson
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Follow the Journal of My Last Spring on nostr. Tweeting in real-time from 1917
A typical Toronto residence c. 1917, if you weren't in the money. 
Jackson said he had to wean me away from Varley so I could see new possibilities
I've learned a lot from my painting friends. I've also learned not to bother debating theories of art or answering critic's comments
I wish I could mix a drink like Charlie Chaplin 
Park Rule: Song birds and nest and eggs of all birds are protected at all times.
Lying in bed awake. Anxious about returning to Toronto tomorrow. I'll try to avoid everyone as much as I can.
One must look through a sea of self-doubt when painting a canvas.
When I was intensely painting I noticed no one - not even bears.
Artists were accused of the moral degneracy that led to the War.
We're all having enough of this sad and ghastly war
There is more promise to be an author-figher nowadays than being an artist-woodsman.
No theory can take the place of experience.
Every man alone is sincere.
The front page on Christmas Day, 1916 
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.