But someone actually managed to capture my exact demeanor when I get up in the morning:

Who is this genius? Gustav Vigeland, turn of the century Norwegian sculptor and someone who incurred the wrath of previously mentioned stable Mable Edvard Munch. The Norwegian government gave the money for Vigeland to design this park. Munch, obviously keeping on keeping on with the crazy, wrote on his tax returns that he didn’t want his money to be used for this project.

And can we see what got Munch into such a tizzy?:

And of course, there was a little museum next to the park that disappointingly didn’t provide a lot of information about how the park came to be, but did sell me yet another t-shirt with some kind of angry sarcastic stuff on it in an un-understandable Scandinavian language. The museum also provided some insights into Vigeland’s private life, which was filled with wives, mistresses and “models who worked at the studio” AKA mistresses in training.

But there was also more of his work:

Is the lizard hugging the girl or killing her? I guess we are not meant to know.

There was also a little demonstration about for where the baby wence done came:

And some of his other sculptures:

I still don’t see what Munch’s problem was with all of this. Maybe this was a Strindberg-Ibsen kind of a thing.