
The Scream
Munch said an infinite scream was passing through nature, and put two figures on the bridge behind who walk on without noticing.

Munch said an infinite scream was passing through nature, and put two figures on the bridge behind who walk on without noticing.

Matisse ran a green stripe down his wife's face to divide warm from cool, and used color to do the work of light.

A woman in white waits, a woman in red dances, a woman in black stands apart. Three ages of love on a midsummer shore.

Munch gave the Madonna a red halo, closed eyes and parted lips, and made desire and death the same subject.

The same bridge and the same burning sky as the Scream, but with a whole crowd coming toward you instead of one figure.

A man broods on the shore while a couple boards a boat far off, and the curving coastline carries the whole mood by itself.

Paris turns up as a German knight in plate armor and the three goddesses wear nothing but jewels and improbable hats.

A sallow green face fills the front of the picture while behind him a woman in red picks fruit beside another man. He is imagining it.

Venus in a pearly sea with nymphs, tritons and putti all around, made entirely to delight and not at all to instruct.

One puff of steam drifts across a curving shoreline, the modern world putting a small mark on a landscape that had none.

Munch painted this while under treatment in a clinic, and the crucified figure hemmed in by leering faces is not hard to read.