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he has introduced a new motif which opens the   and unnecessary to enter into all these details,   "I painted it on the 6th," he explained, "after
      way to a comprehensive interpretation of the   but a work of art cannot be looked upon only   the evening together with Alex Moszkowski...
      esoteric aspects of his paintings. Strindberg   as a 'thing by itself'. All the internal and external   Now the spell is broken. The Night of jealousy
      met Frida Uhl in January 1893, and in her   events and circumstances which can be uncovered   has unfortunately lost its power over me." I
      book, Strindberg and his Second Wife, she has   in connection with the creation of a work of   laughed till I nearly died. Cause and effect—the
      given the background to the painting. He had   art are of importance if one wants a human and   contrast was too grotesque... "Your jealousy is
      already declared his love for her but there were   social experience from art, and not the   magnificent. The dedication flatters me. It
      many tensions in their relationship. In a letter   dissatisfaction of being simply a connoisseur'.   really is worth being unjustly suspected when
      dated March 6, 1893, she wrote, 'Dear friend,   Two days later, on March 9, Strindberg came   the result is such a painting." ' At the back of the
      if you would like to fetch me here at 7 o'clock   on a visit of betrothal. Frida Uhl writes : 'First   painting, Strindberg also wrote: 'The painting
      this evening I would be very happy—but    he delivers himself of a big flat object, 6o-7o cm   is expressive; the sea, clouds, a watchman
      unavoidably I am accompanied by one Mr    long, wrapped in paper ... He takes the gift out   symbolize the Night of Jealousy.'
      Moszkowski, but in any case he won't give you   of the wrapping paper ... Tempest. Eruption of   Carl Ludwig Schleich, in his memories of
      any grounds for anger.' She comments later,   the elements. Black night and black sea. Waves   Strindberg, tells of an episode during this second
      `Alex Moszkowski did not drive him to fury, in   lashed by the storm rising from bottomless,   marriage which reveals how Strindberg's latent
      spite of his great capacity for playing the part of   phosphorous-shimmering depths, throwing   jealousy flared up as a result of a mere dream
      Othello... we parted company early and coldly.   themselves against the shore with white foam   which he thought Frida had had. Schleich
      I was hoping to say some kind words to    on the bare yellow teeth of the rocks —a dark   concludes 'He did not so much live with his
      Strindberg—but both followed me correctly to   forewarning beast. And round about and over   wives as observe them—constantly; they lay not
      the door, each one to protect me from the other.'   them, grey clouds, far-away sky, shoreless   in his arms but under his dissecting knife.
        Strindberg went back to his hotel after this   spaces sinking into the grey. On the back he   To return to Munch's painting Jealousy,
      meeting, and during the night he painted The   had written :                        one can only conclude that in Strindberg's
      Night of Jealousy. Next day, March 7, was the   Miss Frida Uhl                      commentary jealousy is not the fear of losing
      critical day in their relationship. Frida sent a   Night of jealousy                the beloved, but the fear of homosexual contact.
      letter to Strindberg, he met her, and their   from the painter (Symbolist), August Strindberg   When Strindberg's one-act play Creditors was
      engagement followed. It may seem superfluous    9 March 1893.                       performed in Berlin in January 1893, it was
                                                                                          reviewed by Frida Uhl. In this play a young
      S                                                                                   painter takes the wife of an older man. The
                                                                                          divorced man returns. Jealousy flares up.
                                                                                          Strindberg poses the question: What is
                                                                                          jealousy ? And gives the definition: Jealousy is
                                                                                          not the fear of losing, but the fear of dividing.
                                                                                          And the reason which, according to him, makes
                                                                                          the idea of a division so dreadful ? When a man
                                                                                          loves a woman (says Strindberg) his desire
                                                                                          streams towards her. Now if another man loves
                                                                                          the same woman at the same time, and is united
                                                                                          with her in love, then the streams meet and
                                                                                          mingle, and the two men are in this way brought
                                                                                          into sensual contact with each other. But this
                                                                                          meeting of similar poles is for the normal man
                                                                                          so unbearable and horrible that often he would
                                                                                          even prefer death.
                                                                                            The most absurd expression of this idea
                                                                                          appears in a letter to a Swedish scientist-friend
                                                                                          in January 1894 : `Do you know what Sansclou
                                                                                          is ?... Sansclou is a Dröppel. A Dröppel is a lot
                                                                                          of semen, male, in a vagina. If now a man enters
                                                                                          a female full of semen, he can get another man's
                                                                                          semen in his organs, or testes, and so the semen
                                                                                          germinates, and the man becomes pregnant in a
                                                                                          perverse form, which can only be stopped by
                                                                                          lowering the temperature (by icebags !).'
                                                                                            What Strindberg writes in the essay on
                                                                                          Munch holds good also for himself (and for
                                                                                          Gauguin): ' ... the esoteric painter of jealousy,
                                                                                          death and sorrow'. In addition both Strindberg
                                                                                          and Gauguin showed identical behaviour
                                                                                          patterns in their marriages and towards their
                                                                                          children. Their attitude towards the professional
                                                                                          art critics is one of non-reconciliation. Munch
                                                                                          made a number of caricatures of his critics,
                                                                                          often with a text : 'Because he failed as an
                                                                                          author and had to wear blue spectacles, he
                                                                                          became an art critic.' J. P. Hodin writes that
                                                                                          Munch's strongest attack on the critics was a
                                                                                          print with the text 'My garden is manured'. A
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