Munch. THE SCREAM, the scream, the scrEAm. Variations on a theme of this:
I didn't feel moved to take a picture of the pastel colored pencil version on special at the MOMA.
BUT.
I couldn't tear myself away from this:
And the title really tore into me. Two People, the Lonely Ones.
THE lonely ones? I asked myself why. Why THE lonely ones? Why is she in bright colors? Why does this hold me? Who were they? Where did they come from? Were they lonely alone or together? Did they undo each other's loneliness? And why am I still standing here?
I also learned ANGST is red. It makes sense - just something I didn't realize until I looked at the title of this piece:
I didn't feel moved to take a picture of the pastel colored pencil version on special at the MOMA.
BUT.
I couldn't tear myself away from this:
And the title really tore into me. Two People, the Lonely Ones.
THE lonely ones? I asked myself why. Why THE lonely ones? Why is she in bright colors? Why does this hold me? Who were they? Where did they come from? Were they lonely alone or together? Did they undo each other's loneliness? And why am I still standing here?
I also learned ANGST is red. It makes sense - just something I didn't realize until I looked at the title of this piece:
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