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
Edvard Munch quotes about
The way one sees is also dependent upon one's emotional state of mind. This is why a motif can be looked at in so many ways, and this is what makes art so interesting.
Photography is an art which touches and grips one's own heart's blood.
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.
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.
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.
Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
Art comes from joy and pain...But mostly from pain.
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.
I have been given a unique role to play on this earth: given to me by a life filled with sickness, ill-starred circumstances and my profession as an artist. It is a life that contains nothing that resembles happiness, and moreover does not even desire happiness.
I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
I do not believe in the art which is not the compulsive result of man's urge to open his heart