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All the situation that you eloquently described are different resplendency of screaming situation which justify my Senryu. Of course, you, as who you are have to go deep and let your imagination make an alien out of the poor guy. :) :)

You: "If I put myself in the shoes of that man, i can hear... " All these feeling are merit and understandable. But understanding these kinds of art, one must be familiar with the subject of elimination (the alienation of with his own subject, the alienation of human from human being. These are all, the consequences of that epidemic in the first half of the 20th century.

But in the last paragraph, you are mixing the motion of tolerance withe the yearning to scream, saying that one by assessing the situation, perhaps by more understanding and tolerance could avoid “such” Scream.
This is a personal view that is totally different to the one that this painting is all about. In this scream the situation is beyond tolerance: like during the world wars, or great recession or great pandemics... There are pains and suffering in this world beyond any scopes of imagination.
So it is not pensive, poetically, to always relate everything to our own circumstances, situations and moods. Artists are those who really understand(relate).

Enjoyed your writing, as usual.

Hmm…

“So it is not wise, poetically, to always relate everything to your own circumstances and moods. Artists are those who really understand(relate).“

^ wait, I’m slow.. Are you saying I am an artist?

By the way, I’m not saying that “the scream” is not justified or at least that’s what I understood that you understood that I meant when you said:

“you are mixing the motion of tolerance withe the yearning to scream, saying that assess the situation. It perhaps shouldn’t be the subject of “that much” scream.”

What I am saying or at least attempted to say is that all that emotion he felt is justified. But there’s ways to find some “relief” before all those emotions take control. Before he is deem a madman or … before he deems himself as a madman for feeling something that others don’t feel. Sorry, that last paragraph was meant as a warning to … who knows…but came on it’s own..

Anyways, there’s something else going on. This is what I cannot figure out. I try to see it from different points of view one from imagination, other from personal experience, and from others experiences but there’s something that is off.

I cannot put it together. But it doesn’t matter. It feels good to breath. In the mean time, it’s a good learning experience.

P.s. I don’t think he painted it knowing the realization. I think he realized it after finishing painting it. That’s where I was trying to get to but I went off tangent.

So, he painted it
and realized there are not
many who listen

This is what I found:

“ I was walking along the road with two friends—the sun went down—I felt a gust of melancholy—suddenly the sky turned a bloody red. I stopped, leaned against the railing, tired to death—as the flaming skies hung like blood and sword over the blue-black fjord and the city—My friends went on—I stood there trembling with anxiety—and I felt a vast infinite scream [tear] through nature.”

He experienced it at that moment on the bridge, but didn’t realized it until after painting it.

There is a quote hmm I’m not sure who the author is. Haven’t verified if that’s correct. But I like that quote.

One learns the thing by doing the thing; for though you think you know it, you have no certainty until you try. -by Sophocles

So… he experienced something in that bridge but comprehended it or realized it until after trying it through painting it.

Correct me if I’m mistaken. I could have misunderstood the senyru. Or I am mistaking the word “realized” as in became aware… rather than as he became conscious. I’m linking the word “realized” as in “became conscious”.

I mean I’m aware but I’m not conscious all the time. When I’m conscious all of my senses work in unison. When I’m aware only some of them do. That’s the easiest way I could explain what each of those words mean to me. I could potentially have them mistaken.

See… this is where we differ in understanding.

“Because even thinking that way, assumes the situation more tolerable, opposite to the one he is describing: which is ( Screaming out of having no choice, when one is absolutely out of options.)”

When I look at the painting, I don’t “see” him screaming per se. When one screams because one has ran out of options, one does not scream looking straight at you. One screams looking at the sky, looking for some God, or anything. The man in the painting is covering his ears and looking at “you”. His eyes look confused. The scream he hears is from “nature”. We can see the sound that nature is making by the way he paints the sky, the water, the trees, and even himself (the man). He is becoming part of this nature. He is becoming voiceless.

Basically, at that moment of experience he is becoming voiceless but that’s what it’s needed in order to, for him, as an artist, to become the bridge(that voice) that connects humans back to nature.

Pay attention to the two men (his friends), they are not “wiggly” looking like everything else in the painting. They are not listening to nature in the way the man in the painting is. or at least that’s how I get it.

P.s. I do see the point you are trying to make. The thing is that I don’t think my pain is more important than my neighbors pain per se. I don’t think that any pain or sadness is more tolerable than others. I think pain is pain. Sadness is sadness. It hurts. It hurts. But there’s some ways to find “some” relief.

Also, im not saying your senyru is wrong. I was just trying to understand where your point of view was coming from.

Thank you for sharing.

https://smarthistory.org/munch-the-scream/

If I find any other links, I’ll share them.

https://theamericanreader.com/the-great-scream-in-nature-edvard-munch-at-moma/

That’s another one

“ You must have read about it because in the picture, there are no indications.”

^ yup, I read about it after I wrote my first comment. I initially thought those men were passing by. When I imagine it years ago - as an alien, i thought the man was screaming. When I saw it again after posting the first comment, I thought the man was hearing everything scream. The reason why I thought that was the case, it’s because of the scenery - the wiggly lines (or the extreme curves) and the man covering his ears. I couldn’t “see” him scream. The wiggly lines are not coming out from his mouth. If he was screaming then the wiggly extreme lines would come from the mouth and somehow extend all the way to the sky and water… you know? Like the scream dispersing through the environment.

I then read the links and it somehow made more sense. I still don’t know what the truth is.

“but your respect has limit”

^its good to learn limits. I believe that knowing our limits can allow for growth. On some occasions it’s not too bad to push out of our limits but it depends on the situation, on the circumstances. I respect the “truth” but I know that there’s really no way to truly know the truth. Even when I think I know it, I do not. Our ignorance seem to be infinite. I try to thread with caution. There’s already too much suffering in the world. It’s not fair to cause more pain even if it’s unintentionally. Currently, my main objective is to understand. It’s a learning process where I also have to unlearn what I learnt. It’s not easy.

Also, I don’t mind the psychoanalysis. I think we are constantly changing. I hope that the change is for the “better” (improve) for myself and everyone around me… overall.

Thank you