Edvard Munch — "The disease of my soul is incurable."
The disease of my soul is incurable.
The disease of my soul is incurable.
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"And I live with the dead – my mother, my sister [Sophie], my grandfather, my father [who died in 1889, when Munch was in France].. . Every day is the same – my friends have stopped coming – their laug…"
"And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?"
"The greatest enemy of art is the good."
"Every person is a universe."
"I don't have any more hope. Nothing to expect with joy so why work - why bother when I will have to eventually die one day. The knowledge to have done something great should be its own recompose. Whic…"
Norwegian Expressionist painter whose The Scream (1893) became the iconic image of modern existential dread. Closely associated with James Ensor (Belgian Expressionist peer) and Egon Schiele (younger Expressionist heir). For an intellectual contrast, see Pierre-Auguste Renoir, French Impressionist (1841-1919) — Munch and Renoir were exact contemporaries painting the same Belle Époque from opposite emotional poles — Renoir's dappled-light bourgeois pleasure and Munch's anxiety-soaked bourgeois terror are the late-19th-century painting's two halves. The same world; the cleanest emotional inversion.
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