british buildings | Andrew Reid Wildman, Scottish Artist living in France

Neighbours In Putney, London

This striking and lovely, warm work depicts two neighbouring London houses. We are invited to enter, via the short tiled paths, lined with scented flowers. The red brick is warm, vibrant and evocative. The work is rich in realism and detail. Texture has been added to create extra depth. The canvas is 0.5 inches deep […]Read Post ›

Georgian Street In Hull

A little street, almost an alley, called Prince Street, a remnant of Georgian Hull. It is pretty, elegant and symmetrical in its own quirky way. I love the alternating colours, soft pastel yellow and blue. At the end light hints at the brightness beyond. A tiny kingdom of shadow and colour and softness. The work […]Read Post ›

Manchester, Street Corner

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 ›

London, Pub In Summer

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 ›

Braintree, Sunday Morning

After a long absence i return. It has not changed. There is a sense of English timelessness. Little reminders of decades long gone too. Emptiness and quietness rule this morning. This work is rich in colour and detail and is unusual and unique. This colourful, cheerful work is a wonderful addition to any collection, a […]Read Post ›

Hull Five, Redbrick

In my favourite area of Hull, that little Bohemia called the Avenues. I love walking here, when the sun is bright and the air is filled with a lilac scent. The roads are symmetrical, Victorian, the legacy of the Industrial Revolution, thousands of red and brown bricks. I find the terraces beautiful. They remind me […]Read Post ›

Old Compton Street, Sunday Morning

It is early enough to enjoy in blissful solitude my favourite street. Each corner and shop triggers memories, echoes from near and far, the smell of coffee roasting, like dark, pungent caramel, of falafel frying, and of state beer, expensive aftershave and brief encounters of yesteryear. The work is rich in detail, realistic and yet […]Read Post ›

Regal Corner, Beverley

As an infant, I was marched to and from school past the corner where the Regal no longer stands. In rain or in sun, the corner represented the last, or the first, gasp of freedom from the red brick stone tyranny of the school. I was fascinated and a little scared of this huge, semi-derelict […]Read Post ›