A famous and iconic Hull pub, filled with atmosphere, a place of ghosts and friendship. A lovely work that exudes Hull. An ideal gift, a wonderful souvenir. I have painted this scene before, but the pub, and what it stands for and what it reminds me of, continue to draw me. As usual I have […]Read Post ›
The medieval French town of Le Dorat is my new home. As night falls and the shadows lengthen, I am reminded of stories of witchcraft and magic that infuse this part of the country, dark tales, eerie, of a place laced with evil, of things maléfiques, of diablotins or imps, who release livestock. It is easy to […]Read Post ›
There is mystery in a Victorian canal, a vein into the centre of the city, a lifeline of murky water, still, cold and unforgiving. It is the domain of rats, slimy and yellow toothed, filthy predators, Satan’s minions. As night falls and Edinburgh huddles inwards, in high ceilinged tenement flats, the canal returns to its […]Read Post ›
I am always beguiled by Ann Street, this little Georgian gem that hugs the shoulder of the hill on the banks of the Water of Leith, off Learmouth Terrace. It is possibly Edinburgh’s prettiest street, a collection of exquisite homes, with gardens of almost Japanese neatness. This painting is a depiction of the street, as […]Read Post ›
Under darkened skies, clouds of thick grey and brown, and built on damp, muddy land, a hotel in France’s industrial north. A place of transition, of a hundred thousand journeys, each unique, each a beginning and an ending, an Alpha and an Omega. Rooms where floorboards once creaked and windows rattled against lashing rain. Bakelite […]Read Post ›
America fascinates and draws, evokes and stirs. Vast continent, land of dreams. I visited one hot June, to Chicago, a city whose very name put me in mind of gangsters and prohibition and huge Art Deco towers, a sense of space and wonder. In my dreams I conjured dusty towns and diners that served creamy […]Read Post ›
It is nearly a month since I committed Brexodus and arrived in Le Dorat. I am amazed at the ease I have felt in feeling….at home. An odd sense of having always been here. But there of course ups and downs. I have discovered three things that make me feel a deeper connection to my […]Read Post ›
In a lush corner of France, one hot June day, an entire village was extinguished. 10th June 1944. 642 dead. An entire village. No mercy, no reason. Children and women burned to death in the church. Men gunned down in groups. Houses burned down, cars torched. A Sadistic and bestial atrocity by a rogue Waffen […]Read Post ›
I did it. I finally did it. I sold the house. I resigned. My spouse did the same. We bought a French car, rented a little holiday house for six months, and early one morning last week, we drove the car onto the Eurotunnel and moved to France. I live in France now. I cannot […]Read Post ›
My friend asked me to paint his mum. I love this work. It radiates joy, Scottish mischief, and perhaps defiance too. Visit my gallery for ideas for gifts or consider commissioning a work yourself. I charge around £80 for an 9″ x 12″ work. https://www.artfinder.com/andrew-reid-wildman#/
