The weather is getting better. Follow the journal of my last spring in 1917 #TomThomson
Tom Thomson
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Follow the Journal of My Last Spring on nostr. Tweeting in real-time from 1917
My aim was not be unique but to express truth and beauty as I saw it.
Maeterlinck: How strangely do we diminish a thing as soon as we try to express it in words.
An artist's work is the artist's way of making another artist.
Ralph Bice never liked me. That was ok. I did not like him either.
I indulged myself in the brilliant fall colours, but truth is, spring is my favourite season.
Birch tree on rock with moss. http://t.co/BA80MdHkzf
I met Dr. MacCallum in 1912. Saw my sketches in J. MacDonald's studio. He rang every doorbell on Summerhill to find me. 
Every man passes his life in search for friendship.
1917 Path Behind @mowatlodge #tt1917 
1917 Winter Thaw #upclose #TomThomson No. 1 #tt1917 
Is my duty to be in the trenches, killing or being killed in the name of love of country?
If it works, it is true.
Why does a Nation have to define itself by War? Why not by Art?
A terrible hangover and a dark mood today. Annie Fraser chastised me last night on my drunken state
One week camping with two men and no fishing requires seven lbs of bacon.
1917 Northern Lights Up Close 3 - The stars of Cepheus, the King of Ethiopia #tt1917 
Why does a Nation have to define itself by War? Why not by Art?
The critics were frightened of my grasp of colour.
Why does a Nation have to define itself by War? Why not by Art?