Author: Edvard Munch

Quotes

A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.

A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.

- Edvard Munch

I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.

I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.

- Edvard Munch

Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.

Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.

- 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

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

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.

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

For as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep feeling of anxiety which I have tried to express in my art.

For as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep feeling of anxiety which I have tried to express in my art.

- 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

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

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