A study of illusion and reality, parody, humour and humanity
In my silence, in my attempt to feinin myself as Edvard Munch, I felt an over sense of an inner insanity, a stark reflection of a man still, self-possessed, cultured but empty. Void of his existence, afraid of his shadow, ominous, heart wrenched, jealous and mysterious. Lost and drowned in his self-worth, in his erratic behavior. A painter who brewed over his purpose, his enigma for living.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Edvard Munch - Self portrait series
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