In common with Michelangelo and Rembrandt I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall, than in color.
EDVARD MUNCHAny 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.
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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Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?
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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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All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart’s blood. Art is your heart’s blood.
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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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Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye. it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
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But can they great works get rid of the worm that lies gnawing at the roots of my heart? No, never.
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Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
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It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes.
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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.
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Photography is an art which touches and grips one’s own heart’s blood.
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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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Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
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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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I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
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