There’s Elvis trussed up in a neckerchief as Burns, our ubiquitous bard. Tilda Swinton, Lena Zavaroni and Lulu jostle for position on a Scottish A to Z.
There are Scottie dogs tumbling alongside the ‘sleekit’ Duchess of Argyle, and an ensemble of nationals beautifully rendered in Urquhart’s trademark opaque.
You cannot think about Belle and Sebastian, Teenage Fanclub, Jim Lambie, Kenny Dalglish, Bill Forsyth or Alasdair Gray without feeling that a powerful identity permeates all their success.
I think their careers deliver a style and panache but still manage to keep their roots. They never feel provincial.
Donald Urquhart’s life and art seem equally interchangeable. He selects and presents a personal narrative that feels humorous, dark, nostalgic and precise without being contradictory.
His line is always articulate – a truism, maybe, for Glasgow itself.