Walking east, across the river Hull, I enjoy the stillness of Sunday morning. The pavement already feels warm, a scent of tarmac and the brine of the Humber. Unfamiliar now, memories of childhood stirred as I remember the direction of the road. I pause outside a pub, and I decide I want to paint it, […]Read Post ›
This work depicts a fairly common Edinburgh cityscape bar the fact that there is a red phone box in the garden of a house. The colours of the work are warm, summery, intense and vibrant. A Scottish summer at its best, Edinburgh at its quirkiest. The canvas is 0.4 inches deep, so it can hang […]Read Post ›
This view depicts a street scene in France. The scene is warm and a charming blend of realism and loser strokes, typical of this artist. The canvas is deep enough to hang without the need for framing. Remember, it’s always 33% cheaper to buy directly from me. Here’s my email address: golan22may@googlemail.com https://www.artfinder.com/product/rennes-old-town-cafe/#/
As an infant I was taken hand in hand down this street, wrapped up and scared of the Victorian infant school that was my destination. I could hear the bells of the Minster peel over the rooftops, soon to become my lost universe. I wanted to stay at home, or at least limit my outing […]Read Post ›
One of my favourite places in London, Camden is funky, joyful, alternative and colorful. The air is scented with street food from around the world, redolent of cumin, saffron, deep frying, curry and fresh coffee. The canal stretches as far as Paddington, inviting us to escape the crowds, on foot or by boat. The work […]Read Post ›
In a city in the centre of France I came across this beautiful old building. I was fascinated by the blue, by the faded almost metallic blue that formed the signage and shutters. By the grace of God. It seemed an odd name, filled with meaning and evoking an era before commercialization, before the street […]Read Post ›
The Royal Mile has always drawn me. A mysterious and perpetually shadowy place of ghosts, bloodshed and drama, the embodiment of Scottish history. Decades ago, on summer holidays, tartan-trousered guides, playing to the audience in hammed up accents, to the palace, to the now defunct wax museum and to the Castle, eager for the drama of the […]Read Post ›
I loved the blue. It was so blue. The blue sky and the blue wood, just a few splashes of colour in the windows. A mysterious San Franciscan house, perched precariously, Victorian perhaps, evocative of a movie set. I wonder what lies inside, what stories are to be told, in this sapphire of a house, The work […]Read Post ›
An afternoon of freedom to explore Manchester and I head out in search of architectural inspiration. I am struck by a Victorian street corner, and gaze at the texture and colour of the brick, soaked in darkness and soot from a thousand Satanic chimneys and sulphurous train engines. Now it is cheerful, chic, a boutique […]Read Post ›
I am drawn to the corner, filled with childlike wonder, attracted by the signs, banana-infused, strawberry, peach, bright and wonderful. The building is full of details, full of history too, memories of earlier trips decades ago. This work is rich in colour, in light and makes a wonderful addition to any collection, a perfect souvenir […]Read Post ›
Andrew Reid Wildman, Scottish Artist living in France 
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