Edvard Munch has been incarcerated in a smart restaurant overlooking
the Oslofjord in Norway, close to where the artist grew up. The
themed hotel plays a dangerous game, it seems, its appearance more
akin to a kind of wayside art motel. The 'collection' simply boasts
a mixture of bad abstract paintings and worse figurative works.
Munch would have been distressed and embarrassed (screamingly so),
to find himself stuck here.