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I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.

Edvard Munch

Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.
EDVARD MUNCH

Anxiety Myself Ship Sick
Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
EDVARD MUNCH

Darkness Death Light Painting Work
And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?
EDVARD MUNCH

Hell Myself Room Stare Wake Up
Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Development Style Technique
Photography is an art which touches and grips one’s own heart’s blood.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Blood Heart Oneself Photography Touch
I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.
EDVARD MUNCH

Fear Heaven Hell Photography
No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.
EDVARD MUNCH

Breathe Love Paint Reading Suffering Woman
The way one sees is also dependent upon one’s emotional state of mind. This is why a motif can be looked at in so many ways, and this is what makes art so interesting.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Interesting Mindset Myself See Sight Way
Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye. it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
EDVARD MUNCH

Eyes Nature Soul Visible
I do not paint what I see, but what I saw.
EDVARD MUNCH

Myself Paint See
The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
EDVARD MUNCH

Heart Man Rich Steal
I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
EDVARD MUNCH

Cloud Myself Nature Scream
My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are? My art gives meaning to my life.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Life Meaning Myself Reflection
A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
EDVARD MUNCH

Believe Goodness Himself Oneself Person
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.
EDVARD MUNCH

Friendship Loud Myself Pierce Road Scream Walk
My will exceeds my talents.
EDVARD MUNCH

Inspirational Talent Willing

I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.

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