Through my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives.
EDVARD MUNCHYouth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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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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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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A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
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My will exceeds my talents.
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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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All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart’s blood. Art is your heart’s blood.
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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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Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?
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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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Painting picture by picture, I followed the impressions my eye took in at heightened moments. I painted only memories, adding nothing, no details that I did not see. Hence the simplicity of the paintings, their emptiness.
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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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Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
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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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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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