What did Edvard Munch mean by: What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives. - Edvard Munch Painter · Norway Copy
+ Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edvard Munch, Anxiety, Illness, 0 - Edvard Munch Painter · Norway
+ The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edvard Munch, Generosity, Morality, Wealth, 0 - Edvard Munch Painter · Norway
+ Photography is an art which touches and grips one’s own heart’s blood. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edvard Munch, Art, Emotion, Photography, 0 - Edvard Munch Painter · Norway
+ All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart’s blood. Art is your heart’s blood. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edvard Munch, Art, Creativity, 0 - Edvard Munch Painter · Norway
+ I do not paint what I see, but what I saw. Feraz Zeid, June 13, 2023December 12, 2023, Edvard Munch, Paint, Saws, Vision, 0 - Edvard Munch Painter · Norway
+ A work of art comes only from inside a human being. Feraz Zeid, June 12, 2023December 12, 2023, Edvard Munch, Art, Human, Works Of Art, 0 - Edvard Munch Painter · Norway
+ It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edvard Munch, Painting, Quality, Value, 0 - Edvard Munch Painter · Norway
+ I do not believe in the art which is not the compulsive result of man’s urge to open his heart Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Edvard Munch, Art, Compulsion, Heart, 0 - Edvard Munch Painter · Norway
The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Art made by the people for the people, as a joy to the maker and the user. - William Morris Designer · England
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
This is the basis for the joy of love when there is joy; we feel that our existence is justified. Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
