I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
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