8 days until I meet my fate. Who Killed #TomThomson 
Tom Thomson
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Follow the Journal of My Last Spring on nostr. Tweeting in real-time from 1917
Love art whether you accept it or not.
Only 10 days before I meet my fate on July 8, 1917 #TomThomson 
That an artist needs to be depressed and drunk to do his best is utter myth
The weather worsens and it's a downpour. The water is streaming into my tent.
I'm not the superstitious type, but I'm in the same camp as Annie. I don't like these spiritual things, especially the Ouija board.
1916 Rocky Shore #tt1916 
Shannon insists that we take a picture of the catch, all strung on a line, before we clean them for dinner.
The Colsons are holding an Ecumenical Service on Sovereign's Day, June 3rd. Shannon @mowatlodge calls it an 'Economical Service'
Know the price of free advice.
Why does a Nation have to define itself by War? Why not by Art?
Love art whether you accept it or not.
My blue palette: Cerulean, Cobalt, Prussian, and Ultramarine
1917 Women's Canoe fashion: The Middy Blouse and Pleated Skirt. 
If you want to be a critic of mine, be familiar with the trees, rocks, lakes, rivers, have them in your bones
Me: 'I don't think I'll be coming back to Toronto. I told you I am planning about going out West.'
My sketches are truth itself.
Hard canoeing against the wind. Canoeing into the waves so we don't tip.
I picked up the habit of drinking when I was young
May 20, 1917 New moon tonight