• I was walking along a road one evening – on one side lay the city, and below me was the fjord. The sun went down – the clouds were stained red, as if with blood. I felt as though the whole of nature was screaming – it seemed as though I could hear a scream. I painted that picture, painting the clouds like real blood. The colours screamed.

    Edvard Munch, Elvira Maluquer, Caja de Pensiones para la Vejez y de Ahorros. Centre Cultural (1986). “Much: catàleg de l'exposició 1863-1944 : 27 de gener-22 de març, 1987”