I spent the last week at my family cottage, which is located right in the area where Tom Thomson went from anonymous painter to Canadian art legend through his death (murder?).
Tom Thomson is as ever close to a Canadian saint that we'll ever get, a shining star of Canadiana--paddling out in his canoe, camping, fishing, painting, the lone man in the wild, at the same time at odds and at one with nature. But What about the rest of him? What about the unsavoury bits? He has been made into a caricature of an untainted innocent, which (in my opinion) has always made him less interesting and less human.
Perhaps this is why the (maybe true) rumours of his murder remain, because it shows a human element to the story, a similar darkness or turmoil or tension that attracts us to his art.