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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.

Edvard Munch

All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart’s blood. Art is your heart’s blood.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Blood Heart Literature Yourself
I do not believe in the art which is not the compulsive result of man’s urge to open his heart.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Believe Heart Myself Open
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.
EDVARD MUNCH

Friendship Loud Myself Pierce Road Scream Walk
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.
EDVARD MUNCH

Available Complete Consider Fund Room Wrong
Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
EDVARD MUNCH

Boat Disease Fear Life Myself
Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
EDVARD MUNCH

Darkness Death Light Painting Work
Through my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Clarify Explanation Life Live Myself
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
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
EDVARD MUNCH

Disease Follow Insane Life Man
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
EDVARD MUNCH

Flower Forever Growth Myself
My breakthrough came very late in life, really only starting when I was 50. I had the strength for new deeds and ideas.
EDVARD MUNCH

Ideas Life Myself Start Strength
Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.
EDVARD MUNCH

Anxiety Myself Ship Sick
And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?
EDVARD MUNCH

Hell Myself Room Stare Wake Up
Art comes from joy and pain, But mostly from pain.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Creation Joy Pain
I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Believe Born Heart Man Need Open
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.
EDVARD MUNCH

Experience Myself Note Ordinary Poem

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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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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