Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I have.
EDVARD MUNCHFrom my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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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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Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
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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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Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye. it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
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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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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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Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
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If what you want to paint is the emotive mood in all its strength then you must not sit and stare at everything and depict it exactly as one sees it.
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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.
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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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I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
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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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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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In my childhood I always felt that I was treated unjustly, without a mother, sick, and with the threat of punishment in Hell hanging over my head.
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