The Story of Edvard Munch

Cliffs and rocky outcrops tower menacingly before him.

racked by many years

Dying I came into the world.
(EDVARD MUNCH)

Yes, this could be good with time.
All it needs is a few small blemishes to be really good.
(EDVARD MUNCH – 1863–1944)

confide to his friend

In other places there is only death, putrefaction and slime.

Has chosen to step on Norwegian soil. His soil.

but up the steep slope it does have a spacious house with a garden.

He gazes expectantly at the onlookers on the quay, perhaps thinking of the old pictures of the enemy. But what drove him out of the country was a woman.

Is it in a glass jar, has it turned to ashes or to earth while the rest of his body is living tissue and ageing cells?