This truly emotional portrait of Philip King, taken in my house in Nunhead, London was showing the future rather than the present time.
On that evening we had a nice, gentle supper, talked about art, travelling and families.
Within a few weeks Philip King’s life was irreversibly altered beyond all expectation.
When we met again, many years since that portrait was taken, Philip King didn’t recognize me. Perhaps I was like an alien from another life, life that Philip King erased from his memory.