Edvard Munch
Edvard Munch
Edvard Munch; 12 December 1863 – 23 January 1944) was a Norwegian painter and printmaker whose intensely evocative treatment of psychological themes built upon some of the main tenets of late 19th-century Symbolism and greatly influenced German Expressionism in the early 20th century. One of his most well-known works is The Scream of 1893...
NationalityNorwegian
ProfessionPainter
Date of Birth12 December 1863
CityAdalsbruk, Norway
CountryNorway
I felt as if there were invisible threads connecting us - I felt the invisible strands of her hair still winding around me - and thus as she disappeared completely beyond the sea - I still felt it, felt the pain where my heart was bleeding - because the threads could not be severed.
The camera will never compete with the brush and palette until such time as photography can be taken to Heaven or Hell.
The notes I have made are not a diary in the ordinary sense, but partly lengthy records of my spiritual experiences, and partly poems in prose.
It was always my intention that The Frieze should be housed in a room which would provide a suitable architectural frame for it.
The Academies of Art are nothing but great painting factories - those with talent are fed in at one end, and they come out as mechanical painting machines.
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.
My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are? ... my art gives meaning to my life.
I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
Just as Leonardo da Vinci studied human anatomy and dissected corpses, so I try to dissect souls.
And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?
Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
But can they [great works] get rid of the worm that lies gnawing at the roots of my heart? No, never.
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.
Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.