Edvard Munch was a Norwegian painter and printmaker born December 12, 1863. The themes of much of his work include love, anxiety, infidelity, sexual humiliation, and separation in life and death. His work is viewed as an exemplar of the fin-de-siècle anxiety and apocalyptic attitudes of the time as they show not physical reality, but psychological reality.
Munch believed himself born into a cursed family. Munch’s mother died of tuberculosis in 1868, and his sister Sophie died of the same in 1877. Munch himself was often ill and spent a lot of time away from school. Supported by his father, who was a medical officer in the military, the Munch family grew up poor, and they frequently moved from one small apartment to another. Mental illness also ran in the family. Another of Munch’s sisters was diagnosed at a young age, and Munch would later spend 8 months in a hospital in 1908.
Perhaps it is no surprise, then, that Munch needed art to help explain suffering. Munch would write, “In my art I attempt to explain life and its meaning to myself.” Munch’s choice to be an artist was not supported by his father or his community, who frowned upon his bohemian and non-traditional ways. Munch began by painting in a more Impressionist style, and based on his talent his secured a scholarship in France, where he would see the work of Gauguin and Van Gogh. Both became very influential on his work. His new work showed signs of what would be later called Expressionism. His stated goal was "the study of the soul, that is to say the study of my own self.” At first Munch sold very little, but managed to make a little money by charging entrance fees to people who just wanted to see his controversial paintings. He was also a little loath to part with his work, which he called “his children,” because he viewed his whole body of work to be a single expression. In order to make sales he began transcribing his work into wood-block prints and lithographs.
In 1893 Munch painted The Scream, generally thought to represent the universal anxiety of modern man. Concerning the genesis of the work Munch would write:
"I was walking down the road with two friends when the sun set; suddenly, the sky turned as red as blood. I stopped and leaned against the fence, feeling unspeakably tired. Tongues of fire and blood stretched over the bluish black fjord. My friends went on walking, while I lagged behind, shivering with fear. Then I heard the enormous, infinite scream of nature."
He later described the personal anguish behind the painting, "for several years I was almost mad… You know my picture, 'The Scream?' I was stretched to the limit—nature was screaming in my blood… After that I gave up hope ever of being able to love again."
Munch met with some success, particularly in Berlin with his Frieze of Life exhibition in 1902. Of this time in his life Munch would write in his journal, "After twenty years of struggle and misery forces of good finally come to my aid in Germany—and a bright door opens up for me." Life seemed to be finally going well for Munch, and he even almost married the wealthy and “liberated” Tulla Larsen, but Munch’s self-destructive and erratic behavior caught up with him and he began to spiral out of control. There were heavy drinking, fights with other artists, and even an accidental shooting that lead to Munch losing the use of his middle finger on this left hand.
In the autumn of 1908, Munch began to hallucinate and hear voices. His anxiety and depression, compounded by heavy drinking, finally forced him to enter a hospital under the care of Dr. Daniel Jacobson, who prescribed for him a new form of electroshock therapy. He stayed in the hospital for 8 months before being released. Meanwhile, Munch’s work was beginning to be appreciated abroad. He had a show in the United States and even conservative Norway started to warm to his work. Munch could finally return to Oslo and support his remaining family. As shown in his 1909 painting The Sun, Munch’s Dark Night of the Soul was over.
After his stay in the hospital, many felt Munch’s work changed. Art history would show that much of his great work was behind him. World War I saw Munch’s loyalties divided. He loved France, but many of his friends were German. He nearly died in the Spanish Influenza pandemic, but would survive to make more art for two more decades. In the 1930’s Hitler’s Germany declared Munch’s art to be degenerate, and removed his work (82 of his paintings) from all their museums. His German patrons, many Jewish, lost their fortunes and some their lives when the Nazis came to power. Fortunately for Munch, he began to find new patrons in Norway. Most of Munch’s work would avoid the flames and would be sold back to Norway.
In 1940, the Germans invaded Norway and the Nazi party took over the government. Munch was 76 years old. Norway’s Nazi puppet government offered Munch the figurehead position of its Honorary Board of Norwegian Artists. Munch refused and the Board was dropped. With nearly an entire collection of his art in the second floor of his house, Munch lived in fear of a Nazi confiscation. Munch died near Oslo in January of 1944. He was 80. Munch bequeathed his estate and all the paintings, prints, and drawings in his possession to the city of Oslo, who would erect a museum for him in 1963. In a strange twist of fate, the Nazis in Norway hijacked Munch’s corpse, and instead of a simple burial in a family plot, Munch was given a state funeral with gigantic Nazi insignia and flags, giving the people of Oslo the impression that Munch was a Nazi sympathizer, which he clearly was not.
Edvard Munch was very influential on my own work as a young artist and student. I would honor his approach to painting as path toward self-examination and discovery. I was not interested in physical realism, but psychological realism. I would even emulate his style, using his sinuous, radiating line work and his apocalyptic color in some of my paintings. Although Munch informed much of my early work, I would like to think I have grown away from making work based solely on my own reality. I still create artwork for my own self-discovery, but I also want to be critical of my times as well. Hopefully this new work will fare better than Munch’s work after 1909.