Thursday, February 12, 2009

Edvard Munch, The Scream

It's a classic. I have yet to meet the individual who doesn't appreciate this piece. I'm not even sure why it means so much to me. But there is this sense that even though the swirling grains of color envelop him and his world, something very wrong is happening. There is this representation of beauty and pain, or beauty and frustration.

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