I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
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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And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?
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There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
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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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A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
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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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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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Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
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Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.
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Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I have.
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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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One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor.
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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 have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.
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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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Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
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