Portraits of the artist as a young man, and after. I have always been mistaken on a regular basis for other people: a plumber, an art collector, a drinker at a pub I’ve never set foot in. Passing drivers parp their horns then freeze in mid-wave when they realise they have misidentified me. Whichever way I look at any given time, I will be channelling some perfect stranger. Even people who know me well think they have seen me when they haven’t. I’m working on what it all might mean.