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

Edvard Munch

Art comes from joy and pain, But mostly from pain.
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Art Creation Joy Pain
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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Art Believe Heart Myself Open
There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
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Battle Love Man Woman
Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?
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Art Development Style Technique
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
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
My breakthrough came very late in life, really only starting when I was 50. I had the strength for new deeds and ideas.
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Ideas Life Myself Start Strength
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.
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Build Distract Kind Model Myself Painting
Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.
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Anxiety Myself Ship Sick
Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
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Boat Disease Fear Life Myself
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
I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
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Cloud Myself Nature Scream
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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Experience Myself Note Ordinary Poem
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
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Disease Follow Insane Life Man
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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Available Complete Consider Fund Room Wrong
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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Color Courage Feeling Oneself Paint Simplicity
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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Color Form Life Photograph Seek Vibrate
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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Academics Art Factory Greatness Painting Talent
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
And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?
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Hell Myself Room Stare Wake Up
When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.
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Enemy Finding Goodness Painting Person Portrait
I learned early about the misery and dangers of life, and about the afterlife, about the external punishment which awaited the children of sin in Hell.
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Children Dangerous Hell Learning Misery Sin
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
What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
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Art Growth Human Joy Live Sorrow
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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Breathe Love Paint Reading Suffering Woman
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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Conversation Difficult Finding Myself Religion
It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes.
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Art Better Goodness Painting

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