Skrik, 1893

So this was where i got my inspiration for my nickname...first saw this expressionist painting by Norwegian artist Edvard Munch in JC...and it struck me quite deeply how Munch was able to capture the angst of the World in this single picture. There is a couple of versions to this seminal series...there's one translated into lithograph (b&w) and another in tempera on cardboard...but this one is still the classic...

“	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

And then those smartypants went to analyze the picture and said the red sky was due to the explosion of the volcano Mt Krakatoa...but oh wellz, it still sort of represented the angst of Mother Nature, aptly-described by Munch's 'infinite scream passing through nature'.


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