No longer should you paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. There must be living beings who breathe and feel and love and suffer . . . People would understand the sacredness of them and take off their hats as if they were in church.
When Painter Edvard Munch wrote these words in Paris, in 1890, he was a slick, gloomy art student of 26 with the whole world still to conquer. By the time he died at 80, Munch's unabashedly emotional art was revered throughout northern Europe. Last week, for the first time,...
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