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Edvard Munch

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When seen as a whole, art derives from a personís desire to communicate himself to another. I do not believe in an art which is not forced into existence by a human beingís desire to open his heart. All art, literature, and music must be born in your heartís blood. Art is your heartís blood.
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Manuscript (1891), quoted in Edvard Munch and the Physiology of Symbolism (2002) by Shelley Wood Cordulack

 
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