Edvard Munch
The Scream
Sayings by Edvard Munch
Art comes from joy and pain, but mostly from pain.
Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye… it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
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.
By painting colors and lines and forms seen in quickened mood I was seeking to make this mood vibrate as a phonograph does. This was the origin of the paintings in The Frieze of Life.
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.
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.
A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
The camera cannot compete with the brush and the palette so long as it cannot be used in 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.
Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
In my childhood I always felt that I was treated unjustly, without a mother, sick, and with the threat of punishment in Hell hanging over my head.
I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers.
To those that labeled his work morose and too unsettling, Munch declared that 'I have tried to understand my life and its significance. I intended to help others do the same about their own lives'.
It is so strange to be entirely gone that it must that the hour must come when you can say to yourself now you have 10 now 5 minutes left and then it will happen and you shall feel how little by little you become nothing – Then you will never again see the green landscapes It is so strange that so much that is lovely exists and that one has to leave it.
I was walking along the road 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.
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.
My will exceeds my talents.
Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
For as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep sense of anxiety which I have tried to express in my art.