On a walk in London, I discovered this lovely terrace of painted houses, lovely colours that reminded me of a birthday cake. The shadow gathers in deep pockets of the cool gardens, the sun languid. This work is unusual and colourful, vibrant and London. A perfect gift, a wonderful souvenir of England. Texture has been […]Read Post ›
On a walk in London, I discovered this lovely terrace of painted houses, lovely colours that reminded me of a birthday cake. The shadow gathers in deep pockets of the cool gardens, the sun languid. This work is unusual and colourful, vibrant and London. A perfect gift, a wonderful souvenir of England. Texture has been […]Read Post ›
On a walk in London, I discovered this lovely terrace of painted houses, lovely colours that reminded me of a birthday cake. The shadow gathers in deep pockets of the cool gardens, the sun languid. This work is unusual and colourful, vibrant and London. A perfect gift, a wonderful souvenir of England. Texture has been […]Read Post ›
On a walk in London, I discovered this lovely terrace of painted houses, lovely colours that reminded me of a birthday cake. The shadow gathers in deep pockets of the cool gardens, the sun languid. This work is unusual and colourful, vibrant and London. A perfect gift, a wonderful souvenir of England. Texture has been […]Read Post ›
On a walk in London, I discovered this lovely terrace of painted houses, lovely colours that reminded me of a birthday cake. The shadow gathers in deep pockets of the cool gardens, the sun languid. This work is unusual and colourful, vibrant and London. A perfect gift, a wonderful souvenir of England. Texture has been […]Read Post ›
I love London’s mews. Little corners of peace, cobbles that still ring to ghostly hooves. Here London belongs to me once more. The shadows keep patches of cool shade, and mysterious windows look down on me. I imagine how wonderful it would be to live here, to tend a little urban garden of potted plants and fragrant […]Read Post ›
I love London’s mews. Little corners of peace, cobbles that still ring to ghostly hooves. Here London belongs to me once more. The shadows keep patches of cool shade, and mysterious windows look down on me. I imagine how wonderful it would be to live here, to tend a little urban garden of potted plants and fragrant […]Read Post ›
Andrew Reid Wildman, Scottish Artist living in France 