Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.
EDVARD MUNCHCertainly 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.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor.
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Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
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The camera will never compete with the brush and the palette, until such time as photographs can be taken in Heaven or Hell.
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I find it difficult to imagine an afterlife, such as Christians, or at any rate many religious people, conceive it, believing that the conversations with relatives and friends interrupted here on earth will be continued in the hereafter.
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I do not believe in the art which is not the compulsive result of man’s urge to open his heart.
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By painting colors and lines and forms seen in quickened mood I was seeking to make this mood vibrate as a phonograph does. This was the origin of the paintings in The Frieze of Life.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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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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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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