kumarjam

Some thirty years ago, when I was still living in London, I went to an exhibition of Munch’s paintings and etchings at the Hayward Gallery on the South Bank and was totally mesmerised by the raw emotions in his work. I vowed then that I would go to Oslo befoe I died to see his works in his native country. Coming across it here, I was immediately reminded of the promise I had made myself. I wonder if I will experience the same the power now as I felt then?