Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
EDVARD MUNCHI don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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Certainly a chair can be just as interesting as a human being. But first the chair must be perceived by a human being… You should not paint the chair, but only what someone has felt about it.
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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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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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My will exceeds my talents.
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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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I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
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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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A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
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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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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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Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I have.
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Art comes from joy and pain, But mostly from pain.
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The viewers must come to understand the sacredness of painting, so they will remove their hats as if they were in church.
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Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
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And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?
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