“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
Edvard Munch, 1893
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