Vincent would love to be a real artist. He has managed to acquire a small pencil and paintbrush to produce his sketches and watercolours. Problem is he's not very good and the humans, on finding his 'art work' think they are scribbles done by their youngest and keep throwing them out. With the true heart of an artist he feels his work is just misunderstood and will never give up. He's considering moving to a home where his work is appreciated and maybe one day thinks with the right mentor he could gain an exhibition in the Tate Modern where he has seen similar inspired works.