Edvard Munch Quotes About Painting

Quotes about: Painting

• Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.

  Edvard Munch

  Art, Eye, Soul

• 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.

  Edvard Munch

  Memories, Eye, Artist

• The viewers must come to understand the sacredness of painting, so they will remove their hats as if they were in church.

  Edvard Munch

  Church, Hats, Spirit

• One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor

  Edvard Munch

  Artist, Painting, Chapel

• 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.

  Edvard Munch

  Art, War, Hippie

• Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?

  Edvard Munch

  Artist, Oil, Technique

• 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.

  Edvard Munch

  Education, Art, Machines

• It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes.

  Edvard Munch

  Painting, Holes, Ten

• It would be quite amusing to preach a bit to all those people who for many years now have been looking at our paintings and either laughed or shook their heads reproachfully. They do not believe that these impressions, these instant sensations, could contain even the smallest grain of sanity. If a tree is red or blue, or a face is blue or green, they are sure that is insanity.

  Edvard Munch

  Believe, Blue, Years

• 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.

  Edvard Munch

  Color, Doe, Lines

• I was walking along a road one evening – on one side lay the city, and below me was the fjord. The sun went down – the clouds were stained red, as if with blood. I felt as though the whole of nature was screaming – it seemed as though I could hear a scream. I painted that picture, painting the clouds like real blood. The colours screamed.

  Edvard Munch

  Real, Clouds, Blood

  Edvard Munch, Elvira Maluquer, Caja de Pensiones para la Vejez y de Ahorros. Centre Cultural (1986). “Much: catàleg de l'exposició 1863-1944 : 27 de gener-22 de març, 1987”

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