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Even the most optimistic onlooker would have been surprised to see singer Edwyn Collins back out conducting press interviews, just fours years after the double brain haemorrhage which almost killed him.

But earlier today, he was doing just that, his speech vastly improved since i last met him at the Tartan Clef awards just two months ago.

As if re-learning to speak and walk wasn't enough, he's already released an album (largely recorded before his stroke), has various gigs under his belt and a slot confirmed at this year's T in the Park.

But it's his art not his music that brings him to Glasgow this week.

A keen wildlife artist as a schoolboy - both parents were students at Edinburgh College of Art, his father is an artist as well as a lecturer - he returned to his hobby with a vengeance.

He set himself the task of creating a picture a day - "except on sundays," he says with a cheery grin - and the show in Glasgow's CCA documents the change from simple line drawings of birds to complex and colourful sketches of all kinds of wildlife.

It's already been seen in London's Smithfield Gallery, and requests for additional showings have come from as far afield as Turkey.

Collins is modestly dismissive of some of the earlier work, which he says is crude. But family and friends have persuaded him to leave it in, to charter the progress he's made over the last four years.

He makes it look deceptively easy but it's clearly been a long, slow journey.

Part of the challenge has been that the stroke removed him of all ability in his right hand.

I clumsily try and shake hands with him twice during our filming but he laughs it off, well used to the faux pas.

Much harder has been the task of retraining himself to draw with his left hand.

Guitar playing is more complex yet. He can form the chords but needs a friend to do the strumming.

But he's done it. And this exhibition is just the latest event in an extraordinary road to recovery which inspires way beyond the realms of any other art exhibition.

The only fly in the ointment - the frequent offers of work mean Edwyn's wife Grace's plans to retire to a quieter life in their family home in Caithness look less and less likely at the moment.

As for Edwyn, he has modest ambitions.

"To keep working, to keep enjoying life and to keep improving," he says.

I'm sure I'm not the only person rooting for him.