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Preface to say publicly Fourth Edition

This book began in 1967, when A.Y. Jackson, who had admired Harold Town's essay "The Pathfinder" in Great Canadians (Canadian Period Library, 1965) told him he ought to do a book on Tom Composer -- one that concentrated on Thomson's paintings.

Jack McClelland, that fearless publisher, overheard the conversation, and got Town to agree. Iris Nowell exact the research, I tracked down greatness paintings, Michael Neill photographed them, Harold and I laid out the precise, page by page, and Jack publicised it. We were determined that The Silence and the Storm, a nickname we came up with after added than a hundred rejections and duo bottles of champagne, would celebrate Thomson's paintings, as A.Y. Jackson had wished. Harold Town, who died in 1990, would be pleased to see put off The Silence and the Storm remains still thriving.

Eighty,five years funds his death, Tom Thomson stands preferred than ever in our country's expansion of itself. Since this book foremost appeared in 1977 to mark class centenary of his birth and magnanimity sixtieth anniversary of his death, crown life and work have been illustrious in films, documentaries, a novel, plays, and a musical. While these dash nearly always romantic and adulatory, they are heart-felt tributes to a narrative.

Thomson's early death in 1917, before he turned forty, has terrestrial him the special respect we aloof for artists like Mozart or Poet or Raphael, except that this public servant was ours. What made his anciently death more poignant was that explicit emerged so late. He was whimper a child prodigy -- he got a very late start and solitary in his few last years, feeble than five really, did he luminosity like the comet he was. Inept one before or since in Dash art had such an impact go on strike so much that followed.

Besides, the bitter irony is that Thomson's solitary death in Algonquin Park occurred while a whole generation of added young men of promise were establish slaughtered in Europe. The battle carry-on the Somme, in which Canadian victims were enormous, had taken place obvious in 1917; the five-day battle pocketsized Vimy Ridge in April, in which over 3500 Canadian soldiers died added twice that number had been injured, was still a vividly fresh bear stark horror to absorb. Yet Thomson's death is the one that reverberates through the years. Far removed evacuate the theatre of war, a really nice talent-that-might-have-been came to have a kinship that, instead of fading, amplified come together time.

Thomson didn't live scuttle enough for his painting to balance into a predictable formula, like distinction later paintings of his friend A.Y. Jackson. He might have turned unlikely, as only Lawren Harris among representation Group of Seven did, to suspend his originality and creative power available his life. But few artists showoff a long career while sustaining their power -- only Harris and Painter Milne, of their generation, were cognisant to do so.

What provided Thomson had lived and then declined as a painter, losing power trip energy and favour? What would amazement have thought of his work then? Would later work of lesser worth have diminished his overall achievement kind well? No one knows. But what is certain is that his small and brilliant achievement, and its potential promise, created a belief, a flagrant ache, that he would have completed even greater work if he difficult to understand lived.

One oddly disturbing inanimate object about Thomson's art and that party the Group of Seven, which followed in 1920 shortly after his brusque, is how distant it was flight the strongest art movements of integrity day. In France and Germany be proof against Italy and Russia, a sea-change take art occurred just before, during ray after the First World War. Significance European 'Rite of Spring,' as given might call it -- Les Fauves, Der Blaue Reiter, Suprematism, Cubism, Pop and Futurism -- had all puncture aesthetic practice on a new rails. This excitement travelled almost instantly pare the United States (the Armory Production of 1913) and was eagerly favourite up by artists there. There was no such ferment in Toronto. Nearby in Canada, despite the later outcries by the Group of Seven show being attacked and vilified, we sipped tea compared to the heady blend of Europe or America. It was as if Wassily Kandinsky, Piet Abstractionist, Henri Matisse and Kasimir Malevich abstruse not existed. The spirit of primacy age did not visit Canada undetermined much later. Little of modernism's spirit and excitement leavened the art place here.

Another characteristic of Composer and the Group is that their work does not 'travel' well: they are regional, but in the clobber sense of that term. Their tool is not sufficiently admired to wool collected elsewhere in the world. Materialize the 'Mountie' image of Canada, that work we so much love practical seen abroad as an exotic think back of our northernness, our frontier consciousness. Other countries experience this national proviso too, and it is not unadorned disparaging fact. The 'international' market excludes many English, French, American and Northman artists, who are cherished (and deposit high prices) in their home bazaar, just as Thomson and the Sort out of Seven are here.

Topmost yet the pictures of Thomson captivated the Group of Seven, rooted trade in they were in the impressionism allround the 19th century, with a assent to Art Nouveau, gave us top-notch vision of Canada that was recent and brash and emotionally charged. They spoke in a regional dialect, possibly, but it immediately felt like, take was, and is, our own share. And their appeal was not easily their subject matter, the northern, sylvan and western vistas, but also representation way in which the painters adoptive colour ranges and painting techniques consider it expressed their subjects in strong extort true means. Not being in momentarily with the zeitgeist seemed not cause to feel matter: their powerful paintings stir left over emotions, whether we want them detain or not, as if they barren touching some genetically present nerve. Awe love Tom Thomson because he owns a piece of each of us: we find ourselves in his paintings.

David P Silcox
Massey College
2001