Painted by Edvard Munch in 1893 whilst whacked out on Norwegian Fleinsopp mushrooms (possibly).Painted 5 versions either to maximise exposure to his distinctive visual style, or his short term memory had been ravaged by a heroic narcotics intake.
According to Munchs diary (apparantly men were pussys back in the 1800's, writing about what they had for tea and who they had a major crush on):
"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."
Or perhaps this is closer to the truth:
"I was staggering towards home talking codshit to two randoms, I think id been drinking since early morning and was feeling pretty fucked - I threw up over some guys fence, possibly all over his prize winning rosebush when i noticed the city seemed to be on fire. I couldnt recall participating in any of my usual random acts of arson - my mates had pissed off leaving me covered in my own lunch - yeah I was pretty far gone, I think I heard a hooker climax to my left or something..."
Scholars who get paid to pour over this kind of thing reckon the figure he painted is some kind of Peruvian mummy. Seriously, if thats the kind of thing you see in the street on the way home from your local opium den, its probably time to knock that shit on the head.
There is further speculation that this is but one in a series of missing paintings, some of which might include "The Girlish Yelp", "The Queef" and "The WTFLMAO".