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.
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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I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
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Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I have.
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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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Just as Leonardo da Vinci studied human anatomy and dissected corpses, so I try to dissect souls.
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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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Art comes from joy and pain, But mostly from pain.
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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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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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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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There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
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It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes.
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Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.
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Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
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I do not paint what I see, but what I saw.
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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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