Over the last few weeks when I have thought about how I am feeling or coping this is the image that keeps coming to mind.
The Scream is the popular name given to a composition created by Norwegian Expressionist artist Edvard Munch in 1893. The agonised face has become one of the most iconic images of art, seen as symbolising the anxiety of modern man.
Edvard Munch (1863 – 1944), began to express his tormented inner world through his artistic creations, giving birth to an art style that would later be known as Expressionism.
The most painful event in Edvard Munch’s life was the premature death of his mother from tuberculosis when he was five years old. This tragedy was compounded when his older sister, Sophie, to whom he had become attached in her place, also died of tuberculosis when Munch was thirteen.
If anyone had experienced and knew something of grief it must have been this man. I am certain that he was familiar and had even experienced this internal scream that lives in those of us who have experienced grief. You know what I mean. That scream that you want to let out but it never escapes the confines of your head. It echoes and rebounds off your skull. Sometimes becoming softer, sometimes so loud that it feels if you are in the front row of a heavy metal performance.
What is even more amazing is the this art form was to become known as Expressionism. When I visualize this picture, I feel the pain, the confusion, the agony and I can certainly see myself as the person depicted in this work of art.
Now before anyone jumps to any conclusion that I am living in a very “dark” space, let me reassure you that I am not. I feel that grief has taught me this one lesson. It is possible to feel and experience many emotions at once. The internal scream is one of them and not the only emotion that I experience.
I am sure that those who have experienced grief will relate to this. If you relate I would greatly appreciate you posting a comment.