Ghostwriter?

​I was waiting at London's Tate Modern gallery for John Higgins, an author with whom I've worked a couple of times now.  Curiously, the lights in the main turbine hall were turned off and the only illumination was from the glass doors at the top of the ramp.

I was anticipating the picture that would emerge as he stepped through doors but then, in the shadowy gloom, he walked straight past me. 

​I shouted and he turned; I continued pressing the shutter button to catch him smile 'hello' but, when we looked at the images later, this was the one he preferred.

​We are working with other Ashridge folk to put together a new book about the revolutionary ADOC programme. But John is no ghost writer - his voice will, I hope, be loud and clear as he conversationally describes the work that each of us undertake.

​And in my case, at least, that is a very significant voice. It was John who, nearly 10 years ago, first asked me to describe a vision for my work laid out in images spread on the floor of the turbine hall.

The rest, as they say, is history.​