I do not believe in the art which is not the compulsive result of man's urge to open his heart
Edvard MunchI felt as if there were invisible threads connecting us - I felt the invisible strands of her hair still winding around me - and thus as she disappeared completely beyond the sea - I still felt it, felt the pain where my heart was bleeding - because the threads could not be severed.
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 MunchMy fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections over being different from others. My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me, and their destruction would destroy my art. I want to keep those sufferings
Edvard Munch