The Murderer 1910

Edvard Munch made this painting, The Murderer, with oil on canvas, but we don't know exactly when. The painting feels like a psychological landscape using these bold, slashing strokes. The green of the murderer’s face is so unsettling, isn't it? It’s like Munch is pushing color to its expressive limit, making us feel the inner turmoil of the figure. Look at the way Munch handles the paint, thick and raw, you can almost feel the anxiety in each brushstroke. The texture itself becomes part of the story, doesn’t it? Then there’s the path, winding and uncertain. Is it a path to redemption or further into darkness? I always think of Van Gogh when I see this kind of mark making, that same commitment to emotional honesty, even if it's ugly or uncomfortable. Art is a conversation, an ongoing exploration of what it means to be human. It's not about answers, but about asking better questions.