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All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart's blood. Art is your heart's blood.
Edvard Munch
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Edvard Munch
Age: 80 †
Born: 1863
Born: January 1
Died: 1944
Died: January 1
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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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I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
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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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When I paint, I never think of selling. People simply fail to understand that we paint in order to experiment and to develop ourselves as we strive for greater heights.
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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.
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The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
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It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes.
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Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.
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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.
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I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.
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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
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