Words matter. These are the best Edvard Munch Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
The colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye… it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
It was always my intention that The Frieze should be housed in a room which would provide a suitable architectural frame for it.
I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.
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.
To die is as if one’s eyes had been put out and one cannot see anything any more. Perhaps it is like being shut in a cellar. One is abandoned by all. They have slammed the door and are gone. One does not see anything and notices only the damp smell of putrefaction.
Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
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.
Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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.
A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
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.
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder.
When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.
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.
