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I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.

Edvard Munch

My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are? My art gives meaning to my life.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Life Meaning Myself Reflection
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
When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.
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Enemy Finding Goodness Painting Person Portrait
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
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
Through my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives.
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Art Clarify Explanation Life Live Myself
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 don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Believe Born Heart Man Need Open
I do not believe in the art which is not the compulsive result of man’s urge to open his heart.
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Art Believe Heart Myself Open
All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart’s blood. Art is your heart’s blood.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Blood Heart Literature Yourself
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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Art Interesting Mindset Myself See Sight Way
A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
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Art Human Work
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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Art Brain Eyes Interior Man Work
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
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 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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Friendship Loud Myself Pierce Road Scream Walk

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