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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.

Edvard Munch

One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor.
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Creation Easy Painting Sculptor
The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
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Heart Man Rich Steal
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
Photography is an art which touches and grips one’s own heart’s blood.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Blood Heart Oneself Photography Touch
This kind of painting with its large frames is a bourgeois drawing-room art. It is an art dealer’s art-and that came in after the civil wars following the French Revolution.
EDVARD MUNCH

Drawing Frame Kind Painting Revolution
The viewers must come to understand the sacredness of painting, so they will remove their hats as if they were in church.
EDVARD MUNCH

Painting Removal Understand View
There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
EDVARD MUNCH

Battle Love Man Woman
Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
EDVARD MUNCH

Boat Disease Fear Life Myself
It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Better Goodness Painting
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
Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.
EDVARD MUNCH

Painting People Prosperity Talent Youth
I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
EDVARD MUNCH

Color Myself Painting Photograph
Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
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Canvas Color Live
I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
EDVARD MUNCH

Cloud Myself Nature Scream
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
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.
EDVARD MUNCH

Childhood Feeling Hang Head Punishment

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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