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.
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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Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.
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What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
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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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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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When 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.
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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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A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
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Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?
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When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.
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And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?
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Certainly a chair can be just as interesting as a human being. But first the chair must be perceived by a human being… You should not paint the chair, but only what someone has felt about it.
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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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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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A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
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