Edvard Munch
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Edvard Munch
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Edvard Munch was a Norwegian Symbolist painter and printmaker, and an important forerunner of the Expressionistic art movement.
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- 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.
- "Impressions from a ballroom, New Year's Eve in St. Cloud" also known as "The St. Cloud Manifesto" (1889)
- When seen as a whole, art derives from a person’s desire to communicate himself to another. I do not believe in an art which is not forced into existence by a human being’s desire to open his heart. All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart’s blood. Art is your heart’s blood.
- Manuscript (1891), quoted in Edvard Munch and the Physiology of Symbolism (2002) by Shelley Wood Cordulack
- 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.
- On the experience which inspired his famous painting, The Scream (Shrik, originally titled Der Schrei der Natur [The Cry of Nature]), in an entry in his Diary (22 January 1892).
- Could only have been painted by a madman.
- His inscription, written in pencil, between the red clouds on at least one of his paintings of The Scream (c. 1893 - 1910), as quoted in Edvard Munch : The Man and His Art (1977) by Ragna Thiis Stang, p. 106
- My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are? ... my art gives meaning to my life.
- Quoted in Edvard Munch : Psyche, Symbol and Expression (2001) by Jeffery Howe
- From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
- Quoted in Sustainable Landscape Construction : A Guide to Green Building Outdoors (2007) by William Thompson and Kim Sorvig, p. 30
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- I painted from memory... the impressions of my childhood.
- I painted the lines and colours that affected my inner eye... from memory without adding anything.
- One night I was walking along a lane, on one side stood the town and underneath the Fjord, I was tired and sick. I stopped to look beyond the fjord — the sun was getting down — the clouds were tinged with a blood-red, I heard a cry to cross Nature: I almost thought of hearing it. I painted this picture, I painted the clouds like true blood. Colours were crying
- Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.
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