It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes.
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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Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I have.
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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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I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.
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I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
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Photography is an art which touches and grips one’s own heart’s blood.
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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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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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I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.
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I do not paint what I see, but what I saw.
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Anybody who perceives colors can become a painter. It’s simply a question of whether or not one has felt anything and whether one has the courage to recount the things one has felt.
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Art comes from joy and pain, But mostly from pain.
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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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All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart’s blood. Art is your heart’s blood.
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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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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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