White Creep, 1995-6
Walking back from the bus stop this evening I was bitten by the cold. My feet crunched on the frosty pavement and my ears started to ache. Since I was away in the sunshine for a fortnight, I missed the gradual "white creep" of winter coming on, and tonight it crawled into the folds of my coat and I felt its fangs.
The sublime scale of Peter Doig's painting perfectly presents the shock of the cold; it's snowing elsewhere this evening and feels like it could reach here very soon.