Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
EDVARD MUNCHI 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.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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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 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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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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Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
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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 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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In common with Michelangelo and Rembrandt I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall, than in color.
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Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
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When I paint, I never think of selling. People simply fail to understand that we paint in order to experiment and to develop ourselves as we strive for greater heights.
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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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A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
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And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?
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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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What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
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Painting picture by picture, I followed the impressions my eye took in at heightened moments. I painted only memories, adding nothing, no details that I did not see. Hence the simplicity of the paintings, their emptiness.
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