Tuesday, March 4, 2008

The Scream

A letter to Edvard Munch:

Hey Ed,
I was thinking about this painting of yours and you know, I feel you man. All that intense emotion swirling around in the bloody sky. That isn't a scream of fear. That is a scream of absolute madness. Frustration to the point of your head exploding. Everything around you is going wrong and you break down into a panic attack. Yeah, I'm having one of those days today. Just another day at work, you know? Maybe I'm reading you all wrong. Maybe you are just a crazy bastard like all other artists. Well that's okay Ed cause I'm crazy to.


GMEyster said...

You're not too crazy. You're just enough crazy.

Mike said...

Just don't cut off your ear and send it to your lover.

Speaking of, when do I get delivery of stumpy?

Jay said...

What's wrong with being crazy? I kind of enjoy it. ;-)

BBC said...

I've learned to handle that, I use my blog to get a lot of it out.

BBC said...

If you're crazy and you know it, clap your hands.

If you're crazy and you know it, clap your hands.

It's those that think they are not crazy that are worrisome.

Anonymous said...

I like that, I am an open letter writer freak.

I love that painting! And you are not crazy, If you are I know I am !!!

Have a great day!!


Brody said...

I felt like that all day today. Here's to tomorrow, better days and better ways.