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Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I have.

Edvard Munch

Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
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Darkness Death Light Painting Work
Photography is an art which touches and grips one’s own heart’s blood.
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Art Blood Heart Oneself Photography Touch
This kind of painting with its large frames is a bourgeois drawing-room art. It is an art dealer’s art-and that came in after the civil wars following the French Revolution.
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Drawing Frame Kind Painting Revolution
Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I have.
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Accomplishment Fear Myself Sick
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.
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Breathe Love Paint Reading Suffering Woman
Art comes from joy and pain, But mostly from pain.
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Art Creation Joy Pain
In common with Michelangelo and Rembrandt I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall, than in color.
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Art Color Fall Interest Myself Rise
My will exceeds my talents.
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Inspirational Talent Willing
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
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Disease Follow Insane Life Man
In my childhood I always felt that I was treated unjustly, without a mother, sick, and with the threat of punishment in Hell hanging over my head.
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Childhood Feeling Hang Head Punishment
I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
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Color Myself Painting Photograph
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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Friendship Loud Myself Pierce Road Scream Walk
The Academies of Art are nothing but great painting factories – those with talent are fed in at one end, and they come out as mechanical painting machines.
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Academics Art Factory Greatness Painting Talent
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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Accomplishment Belief Holy Honor Walk
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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Flower Forever Growth Myself
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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Art Brain Eyes Interior Man Work

Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I have.

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