A quote from Munch himself: 'I was out walking with two friends. The sun began to set. I felt a breath of melancholy. Suddenly the sky turned blood-red. I paused, deathly tired and leaned on a fence looking across the flaming clouds over the blue-black fjord and towns. My friends walked on and there I stood still, trembling with fear-and I sensed a great, infinite scream run through nature.'