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My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are? My art gives meaning to my life.

Edvard Munch

Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
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Boat Disease Fear Life Myself
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
When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.
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Enemy Finding Goodness Painting Person Portrait
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 MUNCH

Art Brain Eyes Interior Man Work
I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
EDVARD MUNCH

Cloud Myself Nature Scream
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.
EDVARD MUNCH

Accomplishment Belief Holy Honor Walk
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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Detail Empty Memories Painting Photograph Simplicity
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
I do not paint what I see, but what I saw.
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Myself Paint See
Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
EDVARD MUNCH

Color Oneself
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.
EDVARD MUNCH

Children Dangerous Hell Learning Misery Sin
I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
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Color Myself Painting Photograph
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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Flower Forever Growth Myself
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
One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor.
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Creation Easy Painting Sculptor
But can they great works get rid of the worm that lies gnawing at the roots of my heart? No, never.
EDVARD MUNCH

Greatness Heart Lying Root Work

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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