Quote by Edvard Munch

Published october 21, 2005 11:20

I was walking along a road one evening, on one side lay the city, and below me was the fjord. The sun went down, the clouds were stained red, as if with blood. I felt as though the whole of nature was screaming, it seemed as though I could hear a scream. I painted that picture, painting the clouds like real blood. The colours screamed.