By painting colors and lines and forms seen in quickened mood I was seeking to make this mood vibrate as a phonograph does. This was the origin of the paintings in The Frieze of Life.
EDVARD MUNCHI 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.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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The viewers must come to understand the sacredness of painting, so they will remove their hats as if they were in church.
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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 do not paint what I see, but what I saw.
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I find it difficult to imagine an afterlife, such as Christians, or at any rate many religious people, conceive it, believing that the conversations with relatives and friends interrupted here on earth will be continued in the hereafter.
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All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart’s blood. Art is your heart’s blood.
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Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?
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Just as Leonardo da Vinci studied human anatomy and dissected corpses, so I try to dissect souls.
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A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
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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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My will exceeds my talents.
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Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
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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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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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Art comes from joy and pain, But mostly from pain.
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I do not believe in the art which is not the compulsive result of man’s urge to open his heart.
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