Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.
From Edvard Munch
Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
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.
Painting picture by picture, I followed the impressions my eye took in at heightened moments. I painted only memories, adding nothing, no details that I did not see. Hence the simplicity of the paintings, their emptiness.
Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
In common with Michelangelo and Rembrandt I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall, than in color.
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.
To die is as if one's eyes had been put out and one cannot see anything any more. Perhaps it is like being shut in a cellar. One is abandoned by all. They have slammed the door and are gone. One does not see anything and notices only the damp smell of putrefaction.
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.
One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor.
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