This Piece grows from a lingering echo — a scream that never fully surfaced, yet continues to drift through a space without edges. Figures and landscapes blur, as memory folds back on itself. The Scream is reimagined not as an event, but as a state of being.

Here, the scream does not escape, it circulates. It lives in color, in silence, in the quiet weight of unease that is not meant to be resolved, only acknowledged.

𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘙𝘦𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 — In Quiet Honor of Edvard Munch (1893)