How To Draw The Scream By Edvard Munch



Every great painting has an incredible story behind it, and The Scream is no exception! Join us as we uncover the interesting, yet pretty creepy story behind Munch and his painting, and then…

24 thoughts on “How To Draw The Scream By Edvard Munch

  1. Kitten Heels

    It also reminds me of those dreams when you're being chased by something and you try and keep up with your friends or family running away, but you can't because you're frozen. That fear of separation and inevitability. I love Munch's art 🙂

  2. jrenae75

    You missed the aspect of the volcanic ash in the air resulting from half a world away when Krakotoa went kabloosh. That influenced the sky's unusual color.

  3. John Hayes

    Nate, Again you are rather making a generalization of things in your program without good research. Nature was not 'screaming to him' specifically and the title was not The Scream of/in Nature it was the Geschrei. Get things right me boyo. ….. and no van Gogh did not cut his ear off nor did he commit suicide. JHN

    It started with The Voice showing the call of love on the
    shores of Åasgardstrand. Next the awakening of physical love in The Kiss,
    the pain of love in Vampire and the mystery of sex in Madonna,
    after which Jealousy leads finally to despair, The Scream.

    All year he had been striving towards the final painting,
    developing the composition. In September, Norway called him home to paint. He
    wrote how the visionary experience of The Scream came to him:

    I went along the road with two friends—

    The sun set

    Suddenly the sky became blood—and I felt the breath of sadness

    A tearing pain beneath my heart

    I stopped—leaned against the fence—deathly tired

    Clouds over the fjord of blood dripped reeking with blood

    My friends went on but I just stood trembling with an open wound

    in my breast trembling with anxiety I heard a huge extraordinary

    scream pass through nature.

    The experience came to him high up on Ekeberg at sunset. Ekeberg is to the east
    of Oslo. It is the only point from which one can look across and see the city
    Munch now hated, spread across the water, as Christ saw the city spread before
    Him from a high place, when the Devil tempted Him. What looks like a road in
    the painting was in fact a path, and the railing is a safety railing, though it
    looks like a bridge. It does not look very different today, if one blanks out
    the industry round the docks the same silhouette of Oslo can be seen bulging
    out.

    The main slaughterhouse for the city was up there, and so was
    Gaustad, the city’s madhouse, in which Laura had been incarcerated. He had
    probably gone up there to visit her; there was no other discernible reason. The
    screams of the animals being slaughtered in combination with the screams of the
    insane were reported to be a terrible thing to hear.

    If every self-portrait is a portrait of the soul to some degree, The
    Scream  was the
    portrait of the soul stripped as far from the visible as possible—the image on
    the reverse, the hidden side of the eyeball as Munch looked into himself. ‘We
    paint souls’. It has come to be seen as a painting of the dilemma of modern
    man, a visualization of Nietzsche’s cry, ‘God is dead, and we have nothing to
    replace him.’ Another interpretation is that The Scream is the
    fundamental starting point for the creative artist. It is the panic-chaos that
    is the source and necessity of all creative inspiration. Strindberg’s
    interpretation was, ‘A scream of fear just as nature, turning red from wrath,
    prepares to speak before the storm and thunder, to the bewildered little
    creatures who, without resembling them in the least, imagine themselves to be
    gods.’

  4. The Castelan

    I don't understand art, and probably never will, to me it only relates to the mood of the viewer at that moment in time, but this is the only piece I pretend to understand because it reminds me of how I felt the day my mother died.

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