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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.

Edvard Munch

A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
EDVARD MUNCH

Believe Goodness Himself Oneself Person
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
For as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep feeling of anxiety which I have tried to express in my art.
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Anxiety Art Expression Feeling Remember Suffering
There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
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Battle Love Man Woman
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
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
Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
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Canvas Color Live
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
It was always my intention that The Frieze should be housed in a room which would provide a suitable architectural frame for it.
EDVARD MUNCH

Architecture Frame Intention Room
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.
EDVARD MUNCH

Childhood Feeling Hang Head Punishment
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
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
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
What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Growth Human Joy Live Sorrow
I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
EDVARD MUNCH

Color Myself Painting Photograph

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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