I walked along a road one evening – on one side of the town and the fjord lay beneath me. I was weary and sick – I stood looking over the fjord – the sun was setting – the clouds turned the colour red – like blood – I felt as though a scream passed through nature – I thought I heard a scream – I painted this picture – painted the clouds like real blood – the colours shrieked – it became the picture Scream in the frieze of life.
Edvard Munch 1893
How beautiful is the point of inspiration! Love Susie