Author: Edvard Munch

Quotes

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

- Edvard Munch

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.

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

The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.

The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.

- Edvard Munch

Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.

Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.

- Edvard Munch

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.

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

I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.

I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.

- Edvard Munch

Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.

Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.

- Edvard Munch

Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.

Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.

- Edvard Munch

The colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.

The colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.

- Edvard Munch

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