My walk took me further away from the heart of the New Town, past Scotland Street, and Broughton Street, down to an area of secret parks and gardens and streets that seem to have fallen off the grand design, ending suddenly in a wall of railings and trees. A certain austerity creeps in, a Scottish […]Read Post ›
A refreshing walk in the sun takes me to the banks of the Hull. Factories, warehouses, the smell of brine. The view reminds me of years gone by, of other walks on other days. I feel hopeful here, by the river, looking out over the banks of deadly mud, its smoothness terrifying and fascinating too. […]Read Post ›
An old shop, for antiques and junk perhaps. Treasures once, an Aladdin”s cave, now haunted. It is closed now, cobwebs and dust: echoes of another time, a sensation of retrospection, of dated fashion. The colour of the walls fascinates me, pastel, faded and peeling in places. Signage of purple, darkened glass. I have used some […]Read Post ›
On a walk in London, aimless and free, I noticed this building on a corner, and I was struck by its brick design; 1, 2, 3. The building itself drew me further, and I admired the variety of bricks, different colours being used to create patterns, as the bricks, unlike paint, wouldn’t vanish under a veil […]Read Post ›
An unusual and haunting view of a corner in Hull, near the site of the Northern gate house that once stood here, and apparently haunted. I was drawn to the genuinely haunted feel of the upstairs, broken window, Victorian brickwork, the bright and sunshine coloured walls. he work is rich in realism and detail. Texture […]Read Post ›
A rural scene, timeless, of a small group of Indian women, pausing from their walk. I loved the colours of their saris, the intensity of the orange. Behind is a clearing and patches of forest. A lovely and colourful work, and a great souvenir of India. This colourful, cheerful work is a wonderful addition to […]Read Post ›
A long walk on the lower edges of the New Town, soothed by the gentle heat, refreshed by the air that hints of lands beyond the Forth, of pine and heather and sea salt. The sky is so blue, so deep. It is a unique light, a rare treat, casting a spell of sorcery and magic, turning the stone […]Read Post ›
On a hot morning, when tarmac melts and the air is filled with the smells of London, I contemplate a row of shops and cafes in Putney. I love the way the sun bleaches the pastel colour. I wish I could stay longer.The work is rich in realism and detail. Texture has been added to […]Read Post ›
A former warehouse, now flats, on the river Hull. The windows reflect the wintery light, solid walls of brick, little clues to the building’s origins. I love this spot, an oasis of peace, strangely timeless. Behind is the High Street, cobbled, a patch of old Hull, and beyond the fence the muddy, shallow river that […]Read Post ›
A long walk on hot streets, the smell of tar and London plain. On a corner, a pub, a play of shadow and light, of colour, blue sky and purple stucco. The bricks reflect the light, golden almost. Inside we can seek shade, refreshment, in dark shadow and cosy nooks. The work is rich in […]Read Post ›
The sound of the Minster bells is loud, throbbing almost, as though the air were alive and the ground vibrating, echoing and awakening childhood memories of half a century earlier. I love it here, my birth town, the place where my life began, the crucible of my earliest consciousness. I went to school here, had […]Read Post ›
Andrew Reid Wildman, Scottish Artist living in France 
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