My father was temperamentally nervous and obsessively religiousโto the point of psychoneurosis. From him I inherited the seeds of madness. The angels of fear, sorrow, and death stood by my side since the day I was born.
Edvard MunchWhat is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
Edvard MunchThe viewers must come to understand the sacredness of painting, so they will remove their hats as if they were in church.
Edvard Munch