150 years after Munch’s birth, an intimate look back [Oslo show]

Edvard Munch, The Scream, 1893, Munch Museum, Oslo
Edvard Munch, The Scream, 1893, Munch Museum, Oslo
The Washington Post, 21 July 2013, p. E.3. (online July 19)

The Complete Story of the Painter of “The Scream”

By Jason Edward Kaufman

The largest ever retrospective of the paintings of Edvard Munch has opened in his native Oslo, marking the sesquicentennial of the celebrated artist’s birth.

Utter the name Edvard Munch and chances are you’ll elicit a two-word rejoinder: “The Scream.”

The Norwegian artist’s ghostlike figure, who clasps his hands to his temples and gapes in terror, is possibly the most renowned icon of modern art, more readily identifiable to the general public than any other picture, including van Gogh’s Bedroom and Picasso’s Guernica. The cartoonish expression of horror and anxiety strikes a resonant chord in the popular imagination.

Naturally, the work has spawned posters, kitchen magnets, even life-size inflatable dolls, and countless parodies that place The Scream atop the art world’s most-caricatured list, alongside Mona Lisa.

The press has made the picture a bold-faced name. Two of the four versions that Munch made (between 1893 and 1910) were stolen from Norwegian museums in 1994 and 2004, and although each was soon recovered, the incidents served as fodder for extended media frenzies. In case anyone on earth had yet to hear of The Scream, last year a third version, the only one in private hands, sold at Sotheby’s in New York for $120 million – the most ever paid for a single artwork at auction.

Notwithstanding its familiarity, most people misinterpret the picture as a representation of a lunatic screaming in despair. In fact, the artist recorded in his diary that it evokes his experience of hearing “a scream passing through nature” while on a hilltop stroll above Oslo (then called Kristiania). (The record-breaking picture — a pastel on cardboard — has a wooden frame in which the artist inscribed a verse about the incident.)

Despite The Scream’s extraordinary status, most Americans know next to nothing about its creator. We haven’t hosted important painting retrospectives because most of his important works remain in Oslo where they serve as engines of tourism that are rarely lent. There have been excellent exhibits of his prints and drawings – the National Gallery of Art, which has an extensive collection, is showing a 150th birthday selection through July 28th — but surveys of his paintings, including the 2006 show at The Museum of Modern Art, invariably lack key masterpieces and offer only partial overviews.

Which is one reason the “Munch 150” jubilee in Oslo is a landmark event. The centerpiece retrospective (through October 13) assembles an unprecedented 250 key paintings. They are displayed in two venues, with the earlier period winding through the grand galleries of the National Museum and the post-1903 pictures filling the entire Munch Museum. In addition, two major decorative series that Munch painted, in the Oslo University auditorium and the Freia Chocolate Factory employee cafeteria, are both accessible during the exhibition, as is the studio the artist built on his estate in Ekely, an affluent suburb of Oslo. This is literally a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to study in depth one of the great artists of the early Modern period.

Munch’s angst-ridden expressionism is considered Scandinavia’s answer to van Gogh. But while Van Gogh’s reputation has flourished in association with Modernist France, then the center of the Western art world, Munch remains an enigma of the frozen north. Van Gogh’s psychotic ear-severing and subsequent suicide are among the best known incidents in art history, but Munch’s biography, though plagued by illness and psychological drama, has not received the Lust for Life treatment.

“Sickness, insanity and death were the black angels that guarded my cradle,” he wrote, and not without cause. His mother died when he was five, his beloved older sister succumbed to tuberculosis when he was 14, his father — a religiously overbearing physician who struggled to support his large family — died a decade later and another sister was institutionalized. The artist himself suffered from depression and alcoholism and was in and out of sanatoriums.

A midlife brawl with his lover ended with the tip of his left middle finger shot off. The melee inspired paintings in which Munch portrays himself splayed Christlike on a bloodied bed as his lover stands by in the role of murderess. What actually happened remains uncertain, but Munch, whose fear of women verged misogyny, blamed it on the “femme fatale.”

Munch’s miseries certainly fed his work — his tortured childhood, unease with society and troubled relationships became recurring themes — but the retrospective complicates the canonical equation of his personal life with his art. Autobiography dissolves into more universal expressions of the human condition, and the invention of symbolic figures and scenarios that convey psychic pain is key to his enduring greatness.

In “The Frieze of Life” series – a 1902 version of which is reconstructed in a remarkable room at the National Museum – more than 20 paintings narrate what Munch called “the modern life of the soul.” It is not a pleasant journey. Scenes of yearning, courtship and love yield to betrayal, jealousy, alienation, sickness and death, often related to the artist’s own experiences.

Death in the Sick Room is regarded as a representation of Munch’s family vigil over his dying sister. The Dance of Life and Melancholy take place on the banks of the fjord at Asgardstrand where Munch kept a cottage and studio. Evening on Karl Johan suggests the artist’s anomie in the urban center.

Other masterpieces in the cycle, such as The Kiss, the nude Madonna with her head thrown back in pained ecstasy, and The Vampire who devours a man as she kisses his neck, are construed as outtakes from the artist’s love life. And The Scream, as we have noted, is a veiled self-portrait.

But the characters are not true portraits, the settings are non-specific, and the emotions they convey, though personal, are familiar to everyone.

“My whole art was rooted in the contemplation of disease; without fear and illness my life would have been without a rudder,” Munch later wrote. But the retrospective also reveals an artist who rhapsodized the Norwegian landscape and agrarian life. The monumental paintings at the University feature a beaming sun, nurturing an alma mater, and a patient teacher in bucolic settings. And there are remarkable portraits including Ibsen as a grizzled ghoul and Nietsche as a heroic superman.

By the last room, with the poignant self-portrait Between the Clock and Bed, painted shortly before Munch’s death from pneumonia in 1944, The Scream seems like a distant echo.

The superlative retrospective coincides with recent news that the government has approved plans to construct a new Munch museum on the waterfront, adjacent to the astounding Norwegian National Opera. Plans are underway also for a new National Gallery, in which Munch will have pride of place. And the man who sold The Scream, shipping scion Petter Olsen, whose father was a friend and patron of the artist, intends to open his own museum on a fjord-side compound south of Oslo where he is restoring a cottage in which Munch lived and worked for the last half of his life. Meanwhile, the jubilee tributes continue throughout the year, in Oslo and in other towns around Norway.

Jason Edward Kaufman

This article appeared in The Washington Post, 21 July 2013, p. E.3.


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