The stronger light is lifting my spirits. Spring is not far away. It's making me yearn to up North as soon as I can.
Tom Thomson
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As I am now, so you shall be. Prepare thyself to follow me. ttlastspring.com 
I am generous to the point of being careless about money.
I never studied art, but I briefly attended business college.
I was frequently prey to the doubts of being an artist, but I loved the life.
My sense of colour came from my Seattle days where I saw the birth of the coloured images on the printed page
I helped my Uncle Brodie, a well-known naturalist, gather specimens. He gave me the eye for the details of nature.
Authenticity is dirty, gritty, uncomfortable but the result is exhiliarating.
In Seattle is where I started watercolours, designing and poring over art magazines.
1915-16 Moonlight Oil #upclose 
Tom Thomson's final weeks, relived via Twitter @globearts http://t.co/E07mAGnx
MacDonald made his first visit to Algonquin in March 1914. Jackson had been there a month.
The folks at Grip liked my work and encouraged my efforts.
The land that raises you will always be a part of you.
I feel like it is my duty to paint canvases but my real joy is sketching my boards,
War, like love, like religion makes all things new again. Written by poet knowing no difference between romance and horror.
Jackson showed me how to drag wet paint over previously dried paint.
1917 Cold Spring #tt1917 
An artist always has his own version of place.
Treat friendships with rough courage.