
During my visit to the Louvre, I had arrived just at opening time. In spite of all the fantastic artwork and relics around, people were not interested. They were all zooming in to view the highlight of the revered museum- The Mona Lisa! Only to be disappointed be its miniature size dwarfed by all the surrounding mammoth work of art.
Ask anyone which is the second most painting in the world, chances are that they would probably only about Mona Lisa, Da Vinci and the mystery surrounding the identity, the masala and the uncertainty of the gender of the subject. The second, No!
Just to prove my point, I asked my two sons. Just like throwing a pie on my face, they matter-of-factly told me even without looking at me, The Scream. On probing, I found that they found it out from watching 'Sponge Bob Square Pants'. Yeah, the show which is accused of shortening attention span! They are more knowledgeable than I thought they were.
Just like all works of art, 'The Scream' has its own story.

I first saw it in primary school (painted by a student) decorating the hall without me knowing what it was. And it appeared again in secondary school as somebody's linograph printing in art and craft class. When the posters of 'Home Alone'was staring all over the world, little did I know that it was mirrored after the famous painting.
'The Scream' was painted by Edvard Munch, a Norwegian painter in 1893 in a street in Oslo.
This street housed a mental asylum in a country with the highest rate of suicide in the world. Walking along the street, one could hear screams of its inmate. Hence, the painting and the scream.
In 'Home Alone', the posture of the boy is meant to accentuate the scream of a boy forgotten by his family and is left to to fend for himself an otherwise innate piece of paper!
“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.” Edvard Munch, 1893