I walked along the road with two friends – the sun went down – I felt a gust of melancholy – suddenly the sky turned a bloody red. I stopped, leaned against the railing, tired to death – over the blue-black fjord and city hung blood and tongues of fire – My friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety – and I felt an endless scream passing through nature.
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"A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself."
"The greatest enemy of art is the good."
"No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love."
"I have created my art as a necessity, as an expression of my innermost being."
"Man is nothing but a beast, a highly developed animal."
Norwegian Expressionist painter whose The Scream (1893) became the iconic image of modern existential dread. Closely associated with James Ensor (Belgian Expressionist peer) and Egon Schiele (younger Expressionist heir). For an intellectual contrast, see Pierre-Auguste Renoir, French Impressionist (1841-1919) — Munch and Renoir were exact contemporaries painting the same Belle Époque from opposite emotional poles — Renoir's dappled-light bourgeois pleasure and Munch's anxiety-soaked bourgeois terror are the late-19th-century painting's two halves. The same world; the cleanest emotional inversion.
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