Omega's Death 1908 - 1909

Edvard Munch made this lithograph, “Omega’s Death”, on paper, but it feels like he sketched right onto my brain. Look at these loose, scratchy lines, like the artist was trying to exorcise something. The man is hunched over the body, almost like he is planting it. I imagine Munch, in his studio, charcoal dust under his fingernails, wrestling with some unnamed grief. It reminds me of Paula Rego’s raw, visceral prints, but stripped down to its bare bones. You can sense Munch’s anxiety, his hand moving quickly, trying to get it all down before it disappears. Those lines, they're not just describing a scene, they're communicating a feeling, a state of being, an experience of loss. It's like a visual scream, echoing across time.