The sun is at its highest, bleaching all with its light, and yet small patches of welcome shadow remain. Trees bow forward to cover me, and pink flowers run riot. Blue wooden shutters, hot air redolent of honeysuckle, a gentle breeze. This dreamy painting is rich in realistic detail. A perfect souvenir, a wonderful gift. […]Read Post ›
The sun is at its highest, bleaching all with its light, and yet small patches of welcome shadow remain. Trees bow forward to cover me, and pink flowers run riot. Blue wooden shutters, hot air redolent of honeysuckle, a gentle breeze. This dreamy painting is rich in realistic detail. A perfect souvenir, a wonderful gift. […]Read Post ›
The sun is at its highest, bleaching all with its light, and yet small patches of welcome shadow remain. Trees bow forward to cover me, and pink flowers run riot. Blue wooden shutters, hot air redolent of honeysuckle, a gentle breeze. This dreamy painting is rich in realistic detail. A perfect souvenir, a wonderful gift. […]Read Post ›
I spotted this pair of doors. The walls reflected a strong light, pure, white, energised. The shadows gathered in the corners of the door, adding mystery, adding relief too. I loved the juxtaposition of the red door, now faded, and the brown. Hints of coolth and damp are reflected in the gentle use of green […]Read Post ›
A uniquely French institution, a café selling newspapers, cigarettes, magazines, pungent smells of nicotine, caffeine, paper and chocolate. Ubiquitous. Familiar. A friendly face each morning, a syrupy espresso and flaky croissant at a formica counter. Browning notices on walls, laws and edicts of the French Republic.This work is rich in detail, in realism and in […]Read Post ›
The sun is at its highest, bleaching all with its light, and yet small patches of welcome shadow remain. Trees bow forward to cover me, and pink flowers run riot. Blue wooden shutters, hot air redolent of honeysuckle, a gentle breeze. This dreamy painting is rich in realistic detail. A perfect souvenir, a wonderful gift. […]Read Post ›
I am drawn by the creamy, unctuous texture of the stuccoed walls, like peppermint icing on a forgotten wedding cake. Tall, thin windows, hints of genteel decay that add charm to this French urban scene. I love French architecture, evocative, timeless, romantic. This work is a wonderful addition to any collection of architectural art, a […]Read Post ›
I spotted this pair of doors. The walls reflected a strong light, pure, white, energised. The shadows gathered in the corners of the door, adding mystery, adding relief too. I loved the juxtaposition of the red door, now faded, and the brown. Hints of coolth and damp are reflected in the gentle use of green […]Read Post ›
A uniquely French institution, a café selling newspapers, cigarettes, magazines, pungent smells of nicotine, caffeine, paper and chocolate. Ubiquitous. Familiar. A friendly face each morning, a syrupy espresso and flaky croissant at a formica counter. Browning notices on walls, laws and edicts of the French Republic.This work is rich in detail, in realism and in […]Read Post ›
I am drawn by the creamy, unctuous texture of the stuccoed walls, like peppermint icing on a forgotten wedding cake. Tall, thin windows, hints of genteel decay that add charm to this French urban scene. I love French architecture, evocative, timeless, romantic. This work is a wonderful addition to any collection of architectural art, a […]Read Post ›
Andrew Reid Wildman, Scottish Artist living in France 
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