I do not paint what I see, but what I saw.
EDVARD MUNCHI 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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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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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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Just as Leonardo da Vinci studied human anatomy and dissected corpses, so I try to dissect souls.
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Art comes from joy and pain, But mostly from pain.
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A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
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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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Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.
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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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Through my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives.
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My will exceeds my talents.
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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 painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors 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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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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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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