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.
EDVARD MUNCHAll art, literature, and music must be born in your heart’s blood. Art is your heart’s blood.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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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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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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My breakthrough came very late in life, really only starting when I was 50. I had the strength for new deeds and ideas.
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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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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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It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes.
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Certainly a chair can be just as interesting as a human being. But first the chair must be perceived by a human being… You should not paint the chair, but only what someone has felt about it.
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My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are? My art gives meaning to my life.
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And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?
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I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.
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Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
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My will exceeds my talents.
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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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I do not paint what I see, but what I saw.
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I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
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