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What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.

Edvard Munch

Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
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Darkness Death Light Painting Work
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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Childhood Feeling Hang Head Punishment
Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.
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Painting People Prosperity Talent Youth
In common with Michelangelo and Rembrandt I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall, than in color.
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Art Color Fall Interest Myself Rise
Art comes from joy and pain, But mostly from pain.
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Art Creation Joy Pain
But can they great works get rid of the worm that lies gnawing at the roots of my heart? No, never.
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Greatness Heart Lying Root Work
A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
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Believe Goodness Himself Oneself Person
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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Experiment Greatness Height Paint Sales Thinking
The viewers must come to understand the sacredness of painting, so they will remove their hats as if they were in church.
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Painting Removal Understand View
Through my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives.
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Art Clarify Explanation Life Live Myself
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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Feeling Human Interest Painting Yourself
All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart’s blood. Art is your heart’s blood.
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Art Blood Heart Literature Yourself
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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Detail Empty Memories Painting Photograph Simplicity
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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Flower Forever Growth Myself
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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Friendship Loud Myself Pierce Road Scream Walk
Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I have.
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Accomplishment Fear Myself Sick

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