Mary Blanche

“My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections over being different from others. My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me, and their destruction would destroy my art. I want to keep those sufferings.”
― Edvard Munch

“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that ia eternity.”
― Edvard Munch