The colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
From Edvard Munch
I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
I find it difficult to imagine an afterlife, such as Christians, or at any rate many religious people, conceive it, believing that the conversations with relatives and friends interrupted here on earth will be continued in the hereafter.
I learned early about the misery and dangers of life, and about the afterlife, about the external punishment which awaited the children of sin in Hell.
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.
A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder.
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