I don’t know what it is that makes us who we are, and I don’t know how when we look at each other’s faces we can somehow see deep inside one another, but I do know that Yeo’s portraits wrestle with these ideas. Like Turner strapping himself to the ship’s mast in order to create a true likeness of a storm, time and time again he achieves what should be impossible: creating a true picture, an image or a glimpse, of people we think we know and those we’ve never met. He gives us complete portraits made up of tiny fragments.

Damien Hirst, 2013