Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
EDVARD MUNCHPainting 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.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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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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There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
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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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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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I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.
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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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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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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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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 don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.
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Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
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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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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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Art comes from joy and pain, But mostly from pain.
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