during r.b.kitaj's period of interest in jewish culture and the holocaust, my late father came to know him. there were a few connections between our families, e.g., i was his son max's sunday school teacher when max was little. and, as you can see, he painted my father. in my mother's flat, there is a preparatory sketch for this painting. i never cease to be amazed that kitaj captured the essence of ahf in about six strokes of a piece of charcoal.
it seems to be breaking news at the moment as this is all i can find:
from the grauniad