I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
Edvard MunchMy father was temperamentally nervous and obsessively religiousโto the point of psychoneurosis. From him I inherited the seeds of madness. The angels of fear, sorrow, and death stood by my side since the day I was born.
Edvard MunchFrom the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation.
Edvard Munch