All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart’s blood. Art is your heart’s blood.
EDVARD MUNCHAll art, literature, and music must be born in your heart’s blood. Art is your heart’s blood.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I have.
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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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Any number of holier-than-thou honorable realists walk around in the belief that they have accomplished something, simply because they tell you for the hundredth time that a field is green and a red-painted house is painted red.
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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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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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Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
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Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
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I do not paint what I see, but what I saw.
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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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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.
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Art comes from joy and pain, But mostly from pain.
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I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.
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A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
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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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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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