Munch: In His Own Words"Just as Leonardo da Vinci studied the recesses of the human body and dissected cadavers, I try to dissect souls" said Edvard Munch (1863-1944), Norway's greatest artist and tortured genius. In this ground-breaking new study Munch's own soul is laid bare through the first English translation and analysis of diaries, literary sketches, and letters, presented together with his most important artistic works. Preserved in the archives of the Munch Museum in Oslo, to which they were presented by the artist himself, Munch's writings give a unique insight into one of the most fascinating artistic minds of the twentieth century. Munch was as influenced by the literary and philosophical context of turn-of-the-century Europe as he was by his artistic milieu, and by his own admission, several of his major works began as literary sketches. Beautifully illustrated with drawings, paintings, and Munch's own photography, this book presents an intimate portrait of the artist's life -- the early death of his mother, his childhood illnesses, his tragic love affair -- through his own philosophical and literary pieces. Interweaving Munch's artistic and literary experiences, these texts provide a commentary on his works and personal philosophy, on the works of his contemporaries (Van Gogh among others), and on the sensibilities of his friends and family. Expertly contextualised by Poul Erik Tojner Munch: In His Own Words brings the world of the artist vividly to life. |
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... spring - like . I felt at home - it reminded me of a spring day at Vestre Aker . Me together with the one with the spring smile , the blonde hair and the blue eyes . We sat on a bench at the top of the hill . In the distance the hazy ...
... spring arrived . When the sun came out , it shone for longer and longer . But the cold and snow from the North would not loosen their grip . They would not leave the frozen earth - they had been in possession of it for many months . The ...
... spring sun and the glory of summer . They stood by my side at bedtime when I shut my eyes they threatened me with death , hell and eternal damnation . — Often I awoke in the middle of the night - I gazed around the room in wild fear ...
Contents
Foreword | 9 |
Munch and his Own Words | 58 |
And the Wounds are Open | 74 |
Copyright | |
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