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In 2004, some clever rascal stole this painting, and for a good two years, kept it with them. I personally don't blame them, not at all. For a painting like this, I would attempt a Lupin-style theft myself.
But were those the best years of their life or... the worst? Finding human emotions in their living room like anguish, terror, unrest, all forever trapped on a 93X73,5cm canvas.
Simply disorienting.
There's this man with a look lost in the void: terror suddenly assails him, anguish surrounds him inexorably. His pain is too strong, excruciating: it is a tear of the soul, something that devastates the man, driving him to madness. His only way to react is to scream, in the vain hope that someone will listen and understand his pain, but it's all useless: two figures in the background seem completely indifferent to the man's suffering and remain motionless, observing. At that point, the scream distorts everything around him: the lake, the mountains, the sky... even the man takes on an alien, completely distorted form. The path remains unchanged, but the man can't follow it because he knows it leads to an uncertain horizon.
The scream is so strong it distorts time, which stops for a moment: a moment that will last forever.
His gaze chills my blood every time I see it in a photo, in a reproduction... I can't imagine the effect seeing the original live will have on me. And yet it fascinates, for some reason, it leaves me thoughtful or puzzled. A painting like this I would stare at all day... at my own risk and peril.
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