... has me thinking of austerity. In my mind I start to live in the rooms of Vilhelm Hammershøi:
I saw him first in Sweden, at a museum in Goteborg. The little room hung in a gallery full of Scandinavian paintings, and I was transfixed. For two years I was the only person I knew who knew his work, but then the Tate had a huge show, and now everyone knows of Hammershøi; still, I find myself retreating to his rooms to think.
He reminds me of Vermeer, minus the figures and the hype.
I think I need a suite of Biedermeier rooms in celebration of the cold months.