And I Would Often Wake Up At

By Painting Colors And Lines And Forms Seen In Quickened Mood I Was Seeking To Make This Mood Vibrate As A Phonograph Does. This Was The Origin Of The Paintings In The Frieze Of Life.

At Different Moments You See With Different Eyes. You See Differently In The Morning Than You Do In The Evening. In Addition, How You See Is Also Dependent On Your Emotional State. Because Of This, A Motif Can Be Seen In Many Different Ways, And This Is What Makes Art Interesting.

I Was Walking Along A Road One Evening – On One Side Lay The City, And Below Me Was The Fjord. The Sun Went Down – The Clouds Were Stained Red, As If With Blood. I Felt As Though The Whole Of Nature Was Screaming – It Seemed As Though I Could Hear A Scream. I Painted That Picture, Painting The Clouds Like Real Blood. The Colours Screamed.

A Work Of Art Comes Only From Inside A Human Being.

Disease, Insanity, And Death Were The Angels That Attended My Cradle, And Since Then Have Followed Me Throughout My Life.