Meet Vincent.  A soul with no equal.  We met several years ago at the Glasgow School of Art.  He was preparing his portfolio to be reviewed for entrance into the art school, and I was helping run the workshop that was intended to help him do just that... and by help I mean I put together two rather obtrusive still lifes consisting mainly of broken easels, red fabric and an inflatable alligator and occasionally suggested to one of the hundred or so young people in attendance an alternate way to hold their coloured crayon or compressed charcoal.  Vin chose his composition and I recall encouraging him to keep his paper at arm's length.

He bestows a love of boundless compass whilst maintaining a guilty taste for misanthropy.  A deceptively private individual with a voice that shepherds a search and scrutinising inspection of truth,  Vincent sings.  And when he does, everyone listens.