Posted by: Rita Tomas
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Art)
I was walking along a road one evening, on one side lay the city, and below me was the fjord. The sun went down, the clouds were stained red, as if with blood. I felt as though the whole of nature was screaming, it seemed as though I could hear a scream. I painted that picture, painting the clouds like real blood. The colours screamed.
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