Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
EDVARD MUNCHNo longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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My will exceeds my talents.
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For as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep feeling of anxiety which I have tried to express in my art.
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I learned early about the misery and dangers of life, and about the afterlife, about the external punishment which awaited the children of sin in Hell.
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I was walking along the road with two friends. The sun set. I felt a tinge of melancholy. Suddenly the sky became a bloody red. I stood there, trembling with fright. And I felt a loud, unending scream piercing nature.
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Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.
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It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes.
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When I paint, I never think of selling. People simply fail to understand that we paint in order to experiment and to develop ourselves as we strive for greater heights.
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A work of art can only come from the interior of man. Art is the form of the image formed upon the nerves, heart, brain and eye of man.
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Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye. it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
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There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
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Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
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The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
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The camera will never compete with the brush and the palette, until such time as photographs can be taken in Heaven or Hell.
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Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?
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Any number of holier-than-thou honorable realists walk around in the belief that they have accomplished something, simply because they tell you for the hundredth time that a field is green and a red-painted house is painted red.
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