wrote on Jan 28, 2002:
I am an art-teacher and never has any other painting meant so
much for me as this. I have seen it twice in Oslo ( I don't live
in Norway). It remains me of time about thirty years ago and my
first love. I wish I could always remember that very young persons
have strong emotions and feelings, too.
on Nov 26, 2001:
Dead Heart In A Dead World
This is such a beautiful painting. The figure holding his heart
is the personification of lost love while the ghostly silhouette
of a woman is but an icon of ones haunted past and memories. I
think Munch painted this sad image to embody the concept of heartbreak
and to present a mirror image to those who have had experienced
the trials, the dramas, the misfortunes and burdens of love and
romance. I believe that when separation occurs, we hold our hearts
in sadness not because we are overcome by grief and regret, but
because our hearts seem dead to the world and likewise the world
dead to us.
on Aug 1, 2001:
To loose and ability such as to feel, see, hear, love, lust, or
even cry all in one... will put you one step above humanity and
that way you suffer no more.
on May 8, 2001:
This painting shows exactly what I felt (and still feel). I was
the one who had to go, but I felt like the guy holding his heart...
And in my life I had like an angel above and the light that he
still gives to my life is so beautiful, yet painful, for being
apart.. It's amazing how one can relate so much with a painting.
This is the perfect painting for the separated lovers.
wrote on April 5, 2001:
As the "witch" walks away the lover feels his heart
bleeding with longing and hurt, there is nothing inside him besides
a terrible void. He remembers and feels the departure of the beloved
goddess. And she, well, she has a light of her own, a light which
he longs for, but which makes his heart bleed - all in you, you
in all -leaving a smooth and yet magical fragrance in the air,
she walks away leaving behind - passing vapour trails - facing
the separation he can not help but to bleed. Feeling as if some
part of himself is being torn apart, he anxiously grabs his chest
with all his strength, eluding himself as if somehow it would
hurt less. But no, even if they were miles away from each other,
his heart would still bleed for hers and the magical powder that
she spreads around herself would still be there.
wrote on Mar 12, 2001:
When she left me it seemed like we were still bound to each other
by thin hair strings, it felt like the hair ripped an open wound
in my heart. I will always love her...
Edvard Munch: The Frieze
Oil on canvas
125.5 x 190.5 cm