There should be no more pictures of interiors, of people reading and women knitting.
There would be pictures of real people who breathed, suffered, felt, loved.
I felt impelled – it would be easy. The flesh would have volume – the colors would be alive.
There was an interval. The music stopped. I was a little sad. I remembered how many times I had had similar thoughts – and that once I had finished the painting – they had simply shaken their heads and smiled.
Once again I found myself out on the Boulevard des Italiens.


In 'Saint Cloud Manifesto', Munch (1889): as quoted in Edvard Much – behind the scream, Sue Prideaux; Yale University Press, New Haven and London, 2007, pp. 120 -121

Edvard Munch Quotes

There should be no more pictures of interiors, of people reading and women knitting. There would be pictures of real people who breathed, suffered,...

There should be no more pictures of interiors, of people reading and women knitting. There would be pictures of real people who breathed, suffered,...

There should be no more pictures of interiors, of people reading and women knitting. There would be pictures of real people who breathed, suffered,...

There should be no more pictures of interiors, of people reading and women knitting. There would be pictures of real people who breathed, suffered,...