What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
EDVARD MUNCHThe 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.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
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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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Just as Leonardo da Vinci studied human anatomy and dissected corpses, so I try to dissect souls.
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I do not paint what I see, but what I saw.
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If what you want to paint is the emotive mood in all its strength then you must not sit and stare at everything and depict it exactly as one sees it.
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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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I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
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Art comes from joy and pain, But mostly from pain.
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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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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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Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.
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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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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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In common with Michelangelo and Rembrandt I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall, than in color.
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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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