Lisa Pasold

January

Winter in Paris can be grey after the holidays. The sparkly lights are coming down, the "galette des rois" for Epiphany has been eaten, and the best thing to do is stay inside. Which got me thinking about the many "hidden" paintings in the Louvre, tucked away on the upper floors, where you're all alone apart from the rare ghostly voices of tourists who got lost up here way back in 1983... Some of my favourite works are stuck up there, singing away to themselves. Including this 17th-century snake painting by the marvellously-named Otto Marseus van Schreick. I like to think of the garden waiting out there in the rain, dreaming its strange dreams & working towards spring. If you need me, I'll be inside, wrapped up in a blanket, reading a book...