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 MunchI sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
Edvard MunchThe viewers must come to understand the sacredness of painting, so they will remove their hats as if they were in church.
Edvard MunchFor as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep feeling of anxiety which I have tried to express in my art.
Edvard Munch