My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are? My art gives meaning to my life.
EDVARD MUNCHWithout fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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Photography is an art which touches and grips one’s own heart’s blood.
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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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I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
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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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There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
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Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.
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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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I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
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