Invite an artist over for a hot dinner, a good conversation, a stiff drink, and buy his art so he can pay his rent.
Tom Thomson
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Majestic pines 
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Florence and I go for supper at the Busy Bee Restaurant on Yonge St.
I never regarded my painting as important until I started working at Grip
Grand Trunk Railway brochure 
Florence knows about @WinnieTrainor. She's seen the letters and cards.
An old hat, an old suit, and a fishing rod is all I need in the wilderness.
If you intend your art to show that you are better than others then you have failed.
In my youth I had bouts of illness that kept me home from school.
Why does a Nation have to define itself by War? Why not by Art?
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.
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.