A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
EDVARD MUNCHThrough my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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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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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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A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
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Photography is an art which touches and grips one’s own heart’s blood.
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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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It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes.
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Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
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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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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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Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?
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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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Art comes from joy and pain, But mostly from pain.
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Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout 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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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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