The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
EDVARD MUNCHI sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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My will exceeds my talents.
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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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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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Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
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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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Just as Leonardo da Vinci studied human anatomy and dissected corpses, so I try to dissect souls.
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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 painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
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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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Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.
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This kind of painting with its large frames is a bourgeois drawing-room art. It is an art dealer’s art-and that came in after the civil wars following the French Revolution.
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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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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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I do not paint what I see, but what I saw.
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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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