Photography is an art which touches and grips one’s own heart’s blood.
EDVARD MUNCH
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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.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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Photography is an art which touches and grips one’s own heart’s blood.
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In common with Michelangelo and Rembrandt I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall, than in color.
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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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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 Academies of Art are nothing but great painting factories – those with talent are fed in at one end, and they come out as mechanical painting machines.
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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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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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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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Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
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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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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, 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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And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I 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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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.
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