February 2012
The Scream
‘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.’ edvard munch, 1893.
