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Edvard Munch
By Anonym 15 Sep

Edvard Munch

Your face encompasses the beauty of the whole earth. Your lips, as red as ripening fruit, gently part as if in pain. It is the smile of a corpse. Now the hand of death touches life. The chain is forged that links the thousand families that are dead to the thousand generations to come.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Edvard Munch

No creo en el arte que no nace de la necesidad del hombre de abrir su corazón.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

I was walking down the road with two friends when the sun set; suddenly, the sky turned as red as blood. I stopped and leaned against the fence, feeling unspeakably tired. Tongues of fire and blood stretched over the bluish black fjord. My friends went on walking, while I lagged behind, shivering with fear. Then I heard the enormous infinite scream of nature.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Edvard Munch

The viewers must come to understand the sacredness of painting, so they will remove their hats as if they were in church.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor

By Anonym 15 Sep

Edvard Munch

The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

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.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Edvard Munch

Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

I felt as if there were invisible threads connecting us - I felt the invisible strands of her hair still winding around me - and thus as she disappeared completely beyond the sea - I still felt it, felt the pain where my heart was bleeding - because the threads could not be severed.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

By painting colors and lines and forms seen in quickened mood I was seeking to make this mood vibrate as a phonograph does. This was the origin of the paintings in The Frieze of Life.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Edvard Munch

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.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

At different moments you see with different eyes. You see differently in the morning than you do in the evening. In addition, how you see is also dependent on your emotional state. Because of this, a motif can be seen in many different ways, and this is what makes art interesting.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

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.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

My father was temperamentally nervous and obsessively religious—to the point of psychoneurosis. From him I inherited the seeds of madness. The angels of fear, sorrow, and death stood by my side since the day I was born.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

I find it difficult to imagine an afterlife, such as Christians, or at any rate many religious people, conceive it, believing that the conversations with relatives and friends interrupted here on earth will be continued in the hereafter.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

I do not paint what I see, but what I saw.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

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.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

It would be quite amusing to preach a bit to all those people who for many years now have been looking at our paintings and either laughed or shook their heads reproachfully. They do not believe that these impressions, these instant sensations, could contain even the smallest grain of sanity. If a tree is red or blue, or a face is blue or green, they are sure that is insanity.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

Just as Leonardo da Vinci studied human anatomy and dissected corpses, so I try to dissect souls.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

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.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Edvard Munch

When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

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.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

I was walking along a road one evening – on one side lay the city, and below me was the fjord. The sun went down – the clouds were stained red, as if with blood. I felt as though the whole of nature was screaming – it seemed as though I could hear a scream. I painted that picture, painting the clouds like real blood. The colours screamed.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Edvard Munch

There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

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.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Edvard Munch

Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I have

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections over being different from others. My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me, and their destruction would destroy my art. I want to keep those sufferings

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

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.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Edvard Munch

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.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

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.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

In common with Michelangelo and Rembrandt I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall, than in color

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

I was walking along a path with two friends - the sun was setting - suddenly the sky turned blood red - I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence - there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city - my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety - and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

A work of art comes only from inside a human being.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

But can they [great works] get rid of the worm that lies gnawing at the roots of my heart? No, never.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Edvard Munch

I have been given a unique role to play on this earth: given to me by a life filled with sickness, ill-starred circumstances and my profession as an artist. It is a life that contains nothing that resembles happiness, and moreover does not even desire happiness.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are? ... my art gives meaning to my life.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

My whole life has been spent walking by the side of a bottomless chasm, jumping from stone to stone. Sometimes I try to leave my narrow path and join the swirling mainstream of life, but I always find myself drawn inexorably back towards the chasm's edge, and there I shall walk until the day I finally fall into the abyss.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

The camera will never compete with the brush and the palette, until such time as photographs can be taken in Heaven or Hell.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

My breakthrough came very late in life, really only starting when I was 50...I had the strength for new deeds and ideas.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edvard Munch

It was always my intention that The Frieze should be housed in a room which would provide a suitable architectural frame for it.