Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder. Edvard Munch More Quotes by Edvard Munch More Quotes From Edvard Munch Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I have Edvard Munch mental-healthaccomplishedillness Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars. Edvard Munch diseasewould-becourage 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. Edvard Munch religiouschristianbelieve Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder. Edvard Munch shipsanxietyshould-have 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. Edvard Munch smelleyedoors 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. Edvard Munch linescolordoe 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. Edvard Munch bluebelieveyears The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men. Edvard Munch artistheartmen 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. Edvard Munch tiredfireblood And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell? Edvard Munch wake-upnightrooms Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes. Edvard Munch youthpaintpeople 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 punishmentartistchildren I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw. Edvard Munch sawscolorartist Anybody who perceives colors can become a painter. It's simply a question of whether or not one has felt anything and whether one has the courage to recount the things one has felt. Edvard Munch painterperceivecolor If what you want to paint is the emotive mood in all its strength... then you must not sit and stare at everything and depict it exactly as one sees it. Edvard Munch moodpaintwant 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. Edvard Munch hippiewarart 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. Edvard Munch uniqueartistplay 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. Edvard Munch realcloudsblood Photography is an art which touches and grips one's own heart's blood. Edvard Munch photographyheartart It was always my intention that The Frieze should be housed in a room which would provide a suitable architectural frame for it. Edvard Munch intentionartistrooms
