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.
EDVARD MUNCHI should have considered it wrong to have finished the Frieze before the room for its accommodation and the funds for its completion were available.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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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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Photography is an art which touches and grips one’s own heart’s blood.
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There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
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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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I do not paint what I see, but what I saw.
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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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The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
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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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In common with Michelangelo and Rembrandt I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall, than in color.
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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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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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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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And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?
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Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
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