The Scream, Edvard Munch – 1893

There are some images that feel like they’ve always existed, as if they emerged not from an artist’s mind but from the collective unconscious. Edvard Munch’s The Scream is one of them. You don’t look at it so much as feel itโlike a shiver crawling up your spine. And part of its eerie power is that it feels both distant and utterly, uncomfortably familiar.











