Edvard Munch

I paint to exorcise my demons.

My art is a cry for help.

I have always been a sensitive soul.

Art is a way of finding meaning in life.

I paint to express the inexpressible.

My art is a journey into the depths of the human soul.

I have always been a seeker of truth.

Art is a way of transcending our limitations.

I paint to create a world of my own.

My art is a testament to the power of the human spirit.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

I do not paint what I see, I paint what I felt when I saw it.

Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.

The colors live a remarkable life of their own from the moment they are freed from the palette.

In my art I attempt to explain life and its meaning to myself.

Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also reveals to the painter the inner workings of the soul.

I have a feeling that the great, free, open spaces of nature are calling to me.

The artist must be a philosopher. Socrates was in his time a great artist.

Disease, insanity, and death were the black angels that hovered round my cradle and have followed throughout my life.

By painting colors and lines and figures a bridge can be built between this world and the next.