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I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.

Edvard Munch

Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
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Canvas Color Live
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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Conversation Difficult Finding Myself Religion
By painting colors and lines and forms seen in quickened mood I was seeking to make this mood vibrate as a phonograph does. This was the origin of the paintings in The Frieze of Life.
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Color Form Life Photograph Seek Vibrate
All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart’s blood. Art is your heart’s blood.
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Art Blood Heart Literature Yourself
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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Art Life Meaning Myself Reflection
It was always my intention that The Frieze should be housed in a room which would provide a suitable architectural frame for it.
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Architecture Frame Intention Room
The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
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Heart Man Rich Steal
Photography is an art which touches and grips one’s own heart’s blood.
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Art Blood Heart Oneself Photography Touch
A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
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Believe Goodness Himself Oneself Person
Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.
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Painting People Prosperity Talent Youth
Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?
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Art Development Style Technique
And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?
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Hell Myself Room Stare Wake Up
My will exceeds my talents.
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Inspirational Talent Willing
I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
EDVARD MUNCH

Color Myself Painting Photograph
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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Art Believe Heart Myself Open
Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye. it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
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Eyes Nature Soul Visible
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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Anxiety Art Expression Feeling Remember Suffering
Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
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Boat Disease Fear Life Myself
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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Greatness Heart Lying Root Work
Art comes from joy and pain, But mostly from pain.
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Art Creation Joy Pain
A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
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Art Human Work
I should have considered it wrong to have finished the Frieze before the room for its accommodation and the funds for its completion were available.
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Available Complete Consider Fund Room Wrong
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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Drawing Frame Kind Painting Revolution
What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
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Art Growth Human Joy Live Sorrow
I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
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Cloud Myself Nature Scream
Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
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Darkness Death Light Painting Work
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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Experience Myself Note Ordinary Poem

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