I have loved Edvard Munch since I randomly bought a book of his art in my early 20s because I liked the cover. I’m not a big fan of The Scream. Like Roy Orbison’s “Pretty Woman” it seems like the greats are often known by their worst works. I was really excited about seeing Vampire. Here is the woodcut, showing it in reverse.
The Vampire print
On the top floor, the first room concentrated on his woodcuts. They even had a table where you could color on drawings carved into the table, making your own. This print, after which the exhibit is named, does not have a single print made by Munch.
But I was in a hurry to see the paintings. The next room was an artistic rendering of Munch’s home. It was really cool and I stayed a while in spite of the paintings calling my name. I even posed in the bathtub. I’m in Munch’s bath!!!!
Although the set-up was a re-creation, they did have some of Munch’s original possessions behind glass. His palette!
