' I was leaving the gift shop, clutching my Monet fridge magnet, when I saw him again. Standing there, gazing contemplatively at the installation which dominated the NGV foyer - a shallow pool, lined with a lurid blue PVC, in which floated white porcelain bowls - was Tomas. I was startled, surprised - all that; but not for a moment did I doubt that it was Tomas I was seeing - older, yes, and greyer, too, but Tomas, indisputably. Ponytail, slender face, cheekbones - all intact, all of it as I remembered...' (Publication abstract)