But is she really desperate?

I was walking along a road one evening - on one side lay the city, and below me was the fjord. The sun went down - the clouds were stained red, as if with blood. I felt as though the whole of nature was screaming - it seemed as though I could hear a scream. I painted that picture, painting the clouds like real blood. The colours screamed.

- Edvard Munch


Ps. If you wonder what this is all about, see here.
Pps. If you wonder if she is really desperate, see here.
Ppps. If you wonder who this is, see here.

Snow sculptures by Mark Szulgit, USA