Untitled 7 

Editor: So here we have Edvard Munch’s "Untitled 7", a drawing rendered in colored pencil. It's striking how simple and almost childlike the marks are, but somehow they create a really dynamic composition. What do you make of it? Curator: Well, my dear, it sings of raw emotion doesn't it? Like looking into the artist’s sketchbook... it whispers of a restless soul trying to capture a fleeting feeling with just a handful of colors. Look how the strokes aren't blended, how they jostle each other for space. Does it remind you of anything in particular? Maybe a stormy sky? Editor: It definitely feels unsettled. But storm or not, the colors are quite cheerful. There's a playful side too, I think. Curator: Exactly! A beautiful discordance. Munch is often remembered for angst, but perhaps he's offering us a glimpse of how joy and torment can tango on the same page, within the same heart. It's abstract but somehow so... human. I wonder, does it affect you as merely lines, shapes and shades – or more? Editor: It's more, definitely. It’s a really stripped-down language. Like a mood written in code. Curator: Indeed, a delightful little enigma! These colors might represent all his experiences, just in color and shade of feeling! Editor: I hadn't thought of it that way, but I can see it. It is almost musical. Thank you! Curator: My pleasure, perhaps our ears might enjoy its unsung melody together again some day!