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.
EDVARD MUNCHThrough my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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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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I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.
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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 sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
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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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Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
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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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When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.
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My will exceeds my talents.
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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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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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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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The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
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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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