“What is art really? The outcome of dissatisfaction with life, the point of impact for the creative force, the continual movement of life.. ..in my art I attempt to explain life and its meaning to myself.”
More from Edvard Munch
“My afflictions belong to me and my art - they have become one with me. Without illness and…”
“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.”
“Grey dawn was seeping into the sick room. I lay in the middle of the bed with my hands…”
“My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are? ..my art gives…”