I build a kind of wall between myself and t he model so that I can paint in peace behind it. Otherwise, she might say something that confuses and distracts me.
EDVARD MUNCHThere is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.
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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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I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.
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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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Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.
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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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It was always my intention that The Frieze should be housed in a room which would provide a suitable architectural frame for it.
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A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
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In my childhood I always felt that I was treated unjustly, without a mother, sick, and with the threat of punishment in Hell hanging over my head.
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The way one sees is also dependent upon one’s emotional state of mind. This is why a motif can be looked at in so many ways, and this is what makes art so interesting.
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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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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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Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye. it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
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The notes I have made are not a diary in the ordinary sense, but partly lengthy records of my spiritual experiences, and partly poems in prose.
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Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
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