Life begins, unfolds and then ends. As in all good stories it has a beginning, middle and end. And though it is a cliché, we write the pages of our own unique destinies or portraits, whether on fine vellum or butcher paper.

I imagine this book as my life story, starting with youthful vigour, but ending aged and both literally and figuratively on my deathbed. The details of a life might be found in and between the lines, but the universality of life itself is simply represented by the three faces of Beginning, Middle and End.