Metal Nº 37

As an element of a larger corpus entitled The fresco of life, The Scream was painted in 1893. Besides this marvellous canvas, the Norwegian painter Edvard Munch bequeathed to humanity a text as a byway right to his inspiration: “I walked with two friends. Then the sun sank. Suddenly the sky turned as red as blood, and I felt a touch of sadness. I stood still, and leant against the railings. Above the bluish-black fjord and above the city the sky was like blood and flames. My friends walked on, and I was left alone, trembling with fear. I felt as if all nature were filled with one mighty unending shriek.” An eloquent work of silence, to put it simple.