Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
EDVARD MUNCHThe viewers must come to understand the sacredness of painting, so they will remove their hats as if they were in church.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
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My will exceeds my talents.
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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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One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor.
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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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I do not paint what I see, but what I saw.
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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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The way one sees is also dependent upon one’s emotional state of mind. This is why a motif can be looked at in so many ways, and this is what makes art so interesting.
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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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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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A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
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Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?
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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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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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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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