We went to a private screening last night of a film that Jake Auerbach persuaded Hannah Rothschild to make about his father, a healthily reluctant, indeed sceptical, subject for Jake’s camera. I wish I had seen it before because it is so illuminating about his early life, his upbringing in Germany, his attitude to drawing and to his long-standing sitters, one for every day of the week, his total, absolute dedication to his art, with only a day away in Brighton once a year.

I have now been told that it is available on Jake’s website. I very strongly recommend it.