The Scream, 1893
I was walking along a path with two friends - the sun was setting - suddenly the sky turned blood red - I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence - there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city - my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety - and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.
The voice/ The summer night, 1893
Young woman on the shore, 1896
Moonlight I, 1896
Kiss, 1897
The death of Marat II,
1907
Death in the sickroom, 1893
Vampire, 1893-94
Self-Portrait. The night wanderer,1923-24
Melancholy I, 1896
The Dead Mother
I then painted only what I
remembered without adding anything
- without individual things I no longer saw.
- Hence the simplicity of the pictures
- a seeming emptiness -
I painted impressions from my childhood
- the faded colours of that time -
By painting the colours and lines and forms I had seen when deeply moved
- I wanted the feeling I had had when deeply moved to vibrate again as in
a phonograph. -