Jealousy 1914

This is Edvard Munch's "Jealousy," a print, and you can see how the image emerges from a network of lines, almost like it's being built out of pure feeling. It reminds me that artmaking is about process, a constant state of becoming. Look at the scratchy texture, the way the ink sits on the paper. It’s not about smooth illusionism; it's about the raw, exposed nerve of the emotion. The face in the foreground is particularly intense, isn't it? It's like every line is etched with suspicion and maybe a bit of self-doubt. Munch has this ability to make you feel the temperature of a room, the weight of an unspoken thought. You see that kind of thing also in the work of Paula Modersohn-Becker, where the internal and external become one. Art like this isn’t about answers, it’s about embracing the questions, letting them resonate.