When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.
EDVARD MUNCHThis kind of painting with its large frames is a bourgeois drawing-room art. It is an art dealer’s art-and that came in after the civil wars following the French Revolution.
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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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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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Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
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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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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?
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It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes.
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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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My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are? My art gives meaning to my life.
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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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Just as Leonardo da Vinci studied human anatomy and dissected corpses, so I try to dissect souls.
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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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If what you want to paint is the emotive mood in all its strength then you must not sit and stare at everything and depict it exactly as one sees it.
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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 sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
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