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I do not believe in the art which is not the compulsive result of man’s urge to open his heart.

Edvard Munch

My breakthrough came very late in life, really only starting when I was 50. I had the strength for new deeds and ideas.
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Ideas Life Myself Start Strength
No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.
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Breathe Love Paint Reading Suffering Woman
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
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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Art Brain Eyes Interior Man 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
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
A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
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Art Human Work
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
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
Certainly a chair can be just as interesting as a human being. But first the chair must be perceived by a human being… You should not paint the chair, but only what someone has felt about it.
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Feeling Human Interest Painting Yourself
Just as Leonardo da Vinci studied human anatomy and dissected corpses, so I try to dissect souls.
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Artist Human Myself Soul Try
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
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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Color Courage Feeling Oneself Paint Simplicity
In my childhood I always felt that I was treated unjustly, without a mother, sick, and with the threat of punishment in Hell hanging over my head.
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Childhood Feeling Hang Head Punishment
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
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 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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Academics Art Factory Greatness Painting Talent
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
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
I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.
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Art Believe Born Heart Man Need Open
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
Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I have.
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Accomplishment Fear Myself Sick
Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
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Boat Disease Fear Life Myself
Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
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Color Oneself
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
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
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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Art Camera Complete Heaven Hell Photograph Tools

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