I was walking down the road with two friends when the sun set; suddenly, the sky turned as red as blood. I stopped and leaned against the fence, feeling unspeakably tired. Tongues of fire and blood stretched over the bluish black fjord. My friends went on walking, while I lagged behind, shivering with fear. Then I heard the enormous infinite scream of nature.
Edvard MunchMy 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 MunchThrough my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives.
Edvard MunchA person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
Edvard MunchI sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
Edvard Munch