My personal representation of “The Scream”, made with new Edvard Munch brushes.
Something very different from the original picture because it’s not about shapes, style or appearance, but the real meaning of it. That everyday sensation full of must and obligations, cravings, suffocations, restlessness, distress, uneasiness, dismay that invades us, being unable to react or doing anything against it, motionless, defenseless, unstable, when the night falls in our room.
And strongly keeps us awake without breathing, living.
It expand inside as a scream that never comes out, then implodes… in silence.
