Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.
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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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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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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Just as Leonardo da Vinci studied human anatomy and dissected corpses, so I try to dissect souls.
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Art comes from joy and pain, But mostly from pain.
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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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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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I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
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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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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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Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.
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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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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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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
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Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I have.
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