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.
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.
EDVARD MUNCHA person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
EDVARD MUNCHWhat is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
EDVARD MUNCHWithout fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
EDVARD MUNCHPhotography is an art which touches and grips one’s own heart’s blood.
EDVARD MUNCHWhen 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.
EDVARD MUNCHI do not paint what I see, but what I saw.
EDVARD MUNCHMy breakthrough came very late in life, really only starting when I was 50. I had the strength for new deeds and ideas.
EDVARD MUNCHFrom my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
EDVARD MUNCHAnd I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?
EDVARD MUNCHThere is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
EDVARD MUNCHI build a kind of wall between myself and t he model so that I can paint in peace behind it. Otherwise, she might say something that confuses and distracts me.
EDVARD MUNCHI should have considered it wrong to have finished the Frieze before the room for its accommodation and the funds for its completion were available.
EDVARD MUNCHThe camera will never compete with the brush and the palette, until such time as photographs can be taken in Heaven or Hell.
EDVARD MUNCHPainting 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.
EDVARD MUNCHYouth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.
EDVARD MUNCH