Edvard Munch.

"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."

—Edvard Munch

Edvard Munch's style, i simply love .
i like how everything just flows in his pictures bringing to it a
hallucinating,liquid feeling.
My favourite and a popular one is The Scream.
On looking at it for a long time one feels that
deep loneliness which lies within.

Rich, poor, believer ,non believer,questioner,
teacher,student,party butterfly,cooped up pigeon,
clown,king,neta,beggar,man,woman,in a crowd,alone,aloof,
CEO,auto Ottunar,Whistler, artiste,grocer,parent,
everyone is alone.

In a page in his diary headed Nice 22.01.1892, Munch described his inspiration for the image thus:

“

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." Even without a TV, sometimes with all views,opinions,discussions ,arguments,chatter,banter,taking sides,facebook,orkut,friends,traffic,views,market,opinions,forums... the Scream seems to pierce in shriller than ever.