I was walking along a path with two friends — the sun was setting — suddenly the sky turned blood red…
I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence — there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city — my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety…
…and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.
From Edvard Munch’s diary (1892)
















I like Edvard Munch …