A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
EDVARD MUNCHArt comes from joy and pain, But mostly from pain.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
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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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My will exceeds my talents.
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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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I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
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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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Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
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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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One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor.
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A work of art can only come from the interior of man. Art is the form of the image formed upon the nerves, heart, brain and eye of man.
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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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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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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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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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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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