From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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.
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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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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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Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.
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It was always my intention that The Frieze should be housed in a room which would provide a suitable architectural frame for it.
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What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
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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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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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Painting picture by picture, I followed the impressions my eye took in at heightened moments. I painted only memories, adding nothing, no details that I did not see. Hence the simplicity of the paintings, their emptiness.
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But can they great works get rid of the worm that lies gnawing at the roots of my heart? No, never.
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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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A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
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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 should have considered it wrong to have finished the Frieze before the room for its accommodation and the funds for its completion were available.
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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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In common with Michelangelo and Rembrandt I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall, than in color.
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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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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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A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
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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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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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Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
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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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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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There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
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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 notes I have made are not a diary in the ordinary sense, but partly lengthy records of my spiritual experiences, and partly poems in prose.
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