I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.
EDVARD MUNCHWhat is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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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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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor.
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I 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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Just as Leonardo da Vinci studied human anatomy and dissected corpses, so I try to dissect souls.
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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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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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For as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep feeling of anxiety which I have tried to express in my art.
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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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Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
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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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When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.
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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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A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
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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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