Okay, so it’s really just called The Scream, and was painted in 1893. That doesn’t make it any less disturbing though. Here’s how Munch described what inspired it:
I was walking along a path with two friends — the sun was setting — suddenly the sky turned blood red — I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence — there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city — my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety — and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature. (via)
When there’s enough, I’ll put together a gallery.