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.

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

At different moments you see with different eyes. You see differently in the morning than you do in the evening. In addition, how you see is also dependent on your emotional state. Because of this, a motif can be seen in many different ways, and this is what makes art interesting.

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

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.

A work of art comes only from inside a human being.