Edited by aurorae at 4-5-2017 01:09 PM
nah ... hayatilah lukisan termahal ni
One evening I was walking along a path, the city was on one side and the fjord below. I felt tired and ill. I stopped and looked out over the fjord—the sun was setting, and the clouds turning blood red. I sensed a scream passing through nature; it seemed to me that I heard the scream. I painted this picture, painted the clouds as actual blood. The color shrieked. This became The Scream. 
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Post time 4-5-2017 12:03 PM
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