Edvard Munch wrote in his diary: "One evening I was walking along a path, the city on one side of me and the fjord below. I felt tired and ill. I stopped and looked out across the fjord - the sun was setting, the clouds were turning blood-red. I felt a scream passing through nature - it seemed to me that I could hear the scream. I painted this picture, painted the clouds as real blood. The colors screamed." And you will to, with this do-it-yourself inflatable scream.
Rises to 18" when you fill it with a sigh, a moan, or a scream of your own. He also wobbles on his water-filled base.
Not for children under the age of 5.
Made with the permission of the Munch Museum/The Munch-Ellingsen Group/Artists Rights Society (ARS), NY.