Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder. Edvard Munch More Quotes by Edvard Munch More Quotes From Edvard Munch Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul. Edvard Munch eye soul art 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. Edvard Munch reading men art What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives. Edvard Munch sorrow joy art All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart's blood. Art is your heart's blood. Edvard Munch literature blood art From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity. Edvard Munch i-hate-you flower death 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. Edvard Munch fire blue blood I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart. Edvard Munch men believe art The viewers must come to understand the sacredness of painting, so they will remove their hats as if they were in church. Edvard Munch hats church spirit My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are? ... my art gives meaning to my life. Edvard Munch reflection giving art There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love. Edvard Munch battle men people 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 Edvard Munch reflection self art From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation. Edvard Munch angel eye summer A work of art comes only from inside a human being. Edvard Munch works-of-art humans art 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. Edvard Munch eye morning art 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. Edvard Munch jumping trying fall A work of art can only come from the interior of man. Art is the form of the image formed upon the nerves, heart, brain and eye of man. Edvard Munch eye men art Through my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives. Edvard Munch helping-others helping art I do not believe in the art which is not the compulsive result of man's urge to open his heart Edvard Munch men believe art I do not paint what I see, but what I saw. Edvard Munch saws paint vision 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. Edvard Munch eye artist memories
