If I was Edward Munch

The following article is the writer's "IMAGINATION"

of Edvard Munch's life through diary writings.

Please note that some parts (espectually the dates) might not be an actual histerical facts.

Enjoy.

1 January 1868

Dear Diary,

I had no idea it would turn out like this.

I have never prepared for it.

In the morning I was painting. Happily.

Now my mother is gone.

This is so unfair.

26 June 1880

Dear Diary,

I am sick and tired of this.

I have been doing engineering for a year but this is just not me.

I just can't.

I want to paint.

That is my life. Not this.

Not like this.

It is going to change.

I will leave this place.

19 Febuary 1883

Dear Diary,

It is this moment.

I have proved that I am not wrong.

I finally made it here, at Kristiania.

I was walking in the right path.

Finally, after all these years.

1 October 1884

Dear Diary,

I have been working with Kristiania’s bohemian community and spend a month at Modum.

I was supposed to be going to Paris.

Though, I am not feeling well.

Maybe Paris can wait.

Maybe, maybe.

30 November 1889

Dear Diary,

Earlier this year, I held a solo exhibiton in Kristiania.

Everything was going so well.

I got to go to Paris for the second time.

I got a perfect summer break.

I am not ready for this, father.

I don't even feel like writing.

15 March 1891

Dear Diary,

I have been travel a lot.

All over Europe.

And I have been a lot sicker lately.

It is probably due to my excessive drinking behavior.

But I just can't stop.

I just can't.

9 January 1893

Dear Diary,

"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."

I wrote it like that.

But what did I really feel back then?

27 April 1908

Dear Diary,

A long time has passed since I wrote.

I am not sure how to start.

I am depressed.

For a decade I have been painting.

I can't go on much longer.

What should I do?

15 March 1909

Dear Diary,

I need to take a break.

It will be quite a long break.

May be poetry is a good idea.

23 May 1910

Dear Diary,

I did take a break and it was fantastic.

I think it is time to come back.

MIght be good to start participating in the Berlin Succession.

4 July 1914

Dear Diary,

Such a dark times these days.

I have a bad feelings that a war might be starting soon.

Though I had recieve such a wonderful news!

The University of Kristiania finally accepted my drafts for the Aula decorations.

I am, indeed, very excited!

6 March 1924

Dear Diary,

The Rasmus Meyer Collection in Bergen opened as a public museum, and my paintings and prints constituted an important part of the collection.

Sounds boring.

Why does my life right now is so boring?

10 December 1930

Dear Diary,

I don't have much time to write lately.

And my eye is dying.

Will I lost my sight?

I afraid I will.

13 October 1940

Dear Diary,

Norway and Denmark are occupied by the German troops.

I won't get even a contact with them.

The Nazis labelled 82 of my work as "degenerate art" in 1937.

Also, I'm giving all my possesing artwork to Oslo municipality.

This is for the best.

12 December 1943

Dear Diary,

It is my Bitrhday.

Oh, I am eighty.

Such a long, painful life.

When will this finally ends?

22 January 1944

Dear Diary,

I am old and will be gone soon.

I am waiting for that moment.

Maybe today, maybe tomorrow.

I am waiting for that moment.

Edvard Munch (1863-1944)