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I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.

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Edvard Munch
Age: 80 †
Born: 1863
Born: January 1
Died: 1944
Died: January 1
Draftsperson
Drawer
Graphic Artist
Painter
Printmaker
E. Munch
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Nature
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Colour
Actual
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Clouds
Blood
Shrieked
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