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I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.

Edvard Munch

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.
EDVARD MUNCH

Anxiety Art Expression Feeling Remember Suffering
It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Better Goodness Painting
Through my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Clarify Explanation Life Live Myself
I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
EDVARD MUNCH

Cloud Myself Nature Scream
Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.
EDVARD MUNCH

Anxiety Myself Ship Sick
And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?
EDVARD MUNCH

Hell Myself Room Stare Wake Up
I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.
EDVARD MUNCH

Fear Heaven Hell Photography
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.
EDVARD MUNCH

Accomplishment Belief Holy Honor Walk
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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Experience Myself Note Ordinary Poem
A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Human Work
Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
EDVARD MUNCH

Boat Disease Fear Life Myself
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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Build Distract Kind Model Myself Painting
All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart’s blood. Art is your heart’s blood.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Blood Heart Literature Yourself
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.
EDVARD MUNCH

Friendship Loud Myself Pierce Road Scream Walk
In common with Michelangelo and Rembrandt I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall, than in color.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Color Fall Interest Myself Rise
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.
EDVARD MUNCH

Available Complete Consider Fund Room Wrong

I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.

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