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 MUNCHA work of art comes only from inside a human being.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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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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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 sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
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Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
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The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
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I should have considered it wrong to have finished the Frieze before the room for its accommodation and the funds for its completion were available.
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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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When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.
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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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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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A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
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There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
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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.
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Just as Leonardo da Vinci studied human anatomy and dissected corpses, so I try to dissect souls.
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All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart’s blood. Art is your heart’s blood.
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