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Ashes by Edvard Munch, 1895
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Part of a long series he kept adding to and rehanging for years — love, jealousy, illness, death, all of it as one run. Supposedly this one went under a second title along the lines of 'After the Fall', which tells you roughly where in that story we've arrived.
Erisava: The woods behind her are nearly black. That white dress is almost the only thing lit.
Painting by Paul Gauguin, 1899
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By this point he'd left France for the Pacific for good and was painting what was around him — the fruit and the birds are local ones. According to Wikipedia he was broke and in bad health through most of those last years, shipping canvases back to dealers in Paris and hoping.
Erisava: The colours have all gone murky and heavy. What do you make of that?
The Scream by Edvard Munch, 1893
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This was, apparently, based on a real walk — he wrote later about feeling something like a scream pass through nature, and said the sky here is close to how he actually remembered the color that evening.
Roya: Looks creepy!
Kiss by the Window by Edvard Munch, 1892
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One out of a huge cycle he kept adding to for decades — love, jealousy, death — built to hang together as a set rather than be met one at a time. He came back to two people kissing over and over, in paint and in prints, and from what I can find the two of them get harder to tell apart with every version.
Erisava: This is basically all one blue, and I'd still hang it in my house.
The Scream by Edvard Munch, 1893
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This was, apparently, based on a real walk — he wrote later about feeling something like a scream pass through nature, and said the sky here is close to how he actually remembered the color that evening.
Erisava: Is that figure screaming, or just trying to block out something louder?