terça-feira, 15 de janeiro de 2013

Skrik

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if in the middle of a crowd I would just scream my lungs out? Let all my anguish, sadness and despair out into the world! What would people do? Laugh, Comfort me or Ignore the crazy lady... I ask you...



Skirk,  Edvard Munch (1893)