Wordle Wednesday!

HAPPY WORDLE WEDNESDAY!

Every Wednesday, I will post an image on my blog. Your task will be to create a WORDLE about this image.
What is a WORDLE you ask? Wordle's are word clouds. They are a visual way of displaying a large amount of words. Eventually, you may be able to create your own wordles in Photoshop, until then, there is a lovely website that makes them for you, all you have to do is enter in the words!

Wordle is the place to be.
Tagxedo is also fun- shaped word clouds.

You must use AT LEAST 15-20 different WORDS in every wordle. Without this many it may look kind of lame. The more, the better.

*Note, Wordle.net is lame, so you'll have to screen shot your finished wordles in order to save them. You can screen shot a selection by holding down COMMAND SHIFT and 4. Then you'll get a cross looking tool you can use to select the outline of your Wordle.

Example:

Today's photo is THE SCREAM.

This is a painting by Edvard Munch from 1893.

What words does this make you think of?

You can choose to wing it, and write whatever words come to mind first, or if your curious, you can read more about THE SCREAM below and perhaps the story will bring even more words to mind... 

From The New York Times: "...Over the years these colors may have been further intensified, in our imaginations, by the text Munch carved into the work’s gilded frame. As translated by MoMA, it reads: “I was walking along the road with two of my friends. The sun set — the sky became a bloody red. And I felt a touch of melancholy — I stood still, dead tired — over the blue-black fjord and city hung blood and tongues of fire. My friends walked on — I stayed behind — trembling with fright — I felt the great scream in nature.” "

From The Smithsonian: "Munch's The Scream is an icon of modern art, a Mona Lisa for our time. As Leonardo da Vinci evoked a Renaissance ideal of serenity and self-control, Munch defined how we see our own age—wracked with anxiety and uncertainty. His painting of a sexless, twisted, fetal-faced creature, with mouth and eyes open wide in a shriek of horror, re-created a vision that had seized him as he walked one evening in his youth with two friends at sunset. As he later described it, the "air turned to blood" and the "faces of my comrades became a garish yellow-white." Vibrating in his ears he heard "a huge endless scream course through nature." He made two oil paintings, two pastels and numerous prints of the image; the two paintings belong to Oslo's National Gallery and to the Munch Museum, also in Oslo. Both have been stolen in recent years, and the Munch Museum’s is still missing. The thefts have only added posthumous misfortune and notoriety to a life filled with both, and the added attention to the purloined image has further distorted the artist's reputation."

My Wordle: (I wont do this every week, but so that you can see what it is...)