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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

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
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
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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Art Life Meaning Myself Reflection
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
EDVARD MUNCH

Flower Forever Growth Myself
There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
EDVARD MUNCH

Battle Love Man Woman
Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Development Style Technique
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
Photography is an art which touches and grips one’s own heart’s blood.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Blood Heart Oneself Photography Touch
Through my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Clarify Explanation Life Live Myself
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.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Interesting Mindset Myself See Sight Way
When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.
EDVARD MUNCH

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.
EDVARD MUNCH

Children Dangerous Hell Learning Misery Sin
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.
EDVARD MUNCH

Breathe Love Paint Reading Suffering Woman
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
EDVARD MUNCH

Disease Follow Insane Life Man
What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
EDVARD MUNCH

Art Growth Human Joy Live Sorrow
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.
EDVARD MUNCH

Build Distract Kind Model Myself Painting

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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