The Artist’s Studio I lingered at this one longer than I expected. It’s Munch’s studio, but it could’ve been any room I’ve walked into after someone’s gone. Familiar furniture, quiet figures, time moving differently. Grief doesn’t always look like sorrow—it can feel like a room remembering. #ancestorvibes #Munch #TheInnerScream

Deathbed Scene This one shook me. All those faces, gathered around a deathbed—but no one’s really looking at each other. I’ve seen this kind of quiet in my own family. You don’t always know what to do with grief when it arrives. So you just… stay near. #ancestorvibes #Munch #TheInnerScream

Figure on the Bridge (Melancholy variation) The stillness in this painting felt familiar. That inward gaze, the world still moving behind you while you carry something heavy. I’ve felt this while walking through old cemeteries, trying to piece together a story that doesn’t quite want to be told. #ancestorvibes #Munch #TheInnerScream

This is Campo Verano in Rome—Munch painted it while visiting the city in the 1920s. I stood in front of this and thought about how cemeteries can feel strangely alive. The color, the light, the trees. It reminded me of walking through burial grounds back home—reading names, feeling watched over. #ancestorvibes #Munch #TheInnerScream #CampoVerano

I wasn’t prepared for how much Munch: The Inner Scream at Palazzo Bonaparte would stir up in me. These four paintings stayed with me—each one echoing something I’ve felt while walking cemeteries, sitting with memory, or just missing people I never got to meet. #ancestorvibes #Munch #TheInnerScream