From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity. Edvard Munch More Quotes by Edvard Munch More Quotes From 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. Edvard Munch machines education art The notes I have made are not a diary in the ordinary sense, but partly lengthy records of my spiritual experiences, and partly poems in prose. Edvard Munch spiritual diaries ordinary In common with Michelangelo and Rembrandt I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall, than in color Edvard Munch lines color fall But can they [great works] get rid of the worm that lies gnawing at the roots of my heart? No, never. Edvard Munch roots heart lying 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. Edvard Munch pain hair heart 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 emotional art interesting 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. Edvard Munch generations pain hands 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 wall artist might Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light. Edvard Munch light artist dark The camera will never compete with the brush and the palette, until such time as photographs can be taken in Heaven or Hell. Edvard Munch photography taken heaven Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards? Edvard Munch oil technique artist Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life. Edvard Munch my-life me life death The colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas. Edvard Munch live own colors life Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder. Edvard Munch ship without like anxiety
