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Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.

Edvard Munch

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
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
All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart’s blood. Art is your heart’s blood.
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Art Blood Heart Literature Yourself
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
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
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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Greatness Heart Lying Root Work
Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I have.
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Accomplishment Fear Myself Sick
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.
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Children Dangerous Hell Learning Misery Sin
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
I build a kind of wall between myself and t he model so that I can paint in peace behind it. Otherwise, she might say something that confuses and distracts me.
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Build Distract Kind Model Myself Painting
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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Drawing Frame Kind Painting Revolution
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
Photography is an art which touches and grips one’s own heart’s blood.
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Art Blood Heart Oneself Photography Touch
I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.
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Fear Heaven Hell Photography
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
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

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