My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are? My art gives meaning to my life.
EDVARD MUNCHMy 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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I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
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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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Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?
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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 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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All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart’s blood. Art is your heart’s blood.
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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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Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
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Just as Leonardo da Vinci studied human anatomy and dissected corpses, so I try to dissect souls.
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Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.
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I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.
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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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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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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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