Saw the Munch exhibit in the Art Institute today, still shook up. Raw, graphic, couldn't bear to look yet couldn't turn away..All those dead faces, empty eyes, agonizing corpses crowding the canvas. I saw death and dying, but never like that. The insanity, the decay, and the excruciating AWARENESS of the LIVING dead. Not even so much the paintings but the etchings -- he's not the greatest colorist from what I saw..These etchings are keeping me up tonight..
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