Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.
EDVARD MUNCHWithout fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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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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A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
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I 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.
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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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When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.
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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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Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
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Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.
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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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I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
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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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What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
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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 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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The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
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