I was astounded by the number of glorious, graceful, curvy Bauhaus buildings in Haifa, exceeding my expeditions after setting out on a photography/painting visit. Yet unlike Tel Aviv, they are left in genteel poverty, their concrete rotting, their “thermometer” windows dirty and degraded. I fell in love with all of them, my pace rapid and […]Read Post ›
A lovely 1930s building in Haifa’s Hadar HaCarmel, curvy, sassy, a tad worse for wear, yet creamy with peach-like unctuousness. The slope of this area of Haifa is steep, falling back towards the blue sea. I have peppered this work with fragments of collage, a nod and a wink to language and belonging. A great […]Read Post ›
In the hours before the street wakes fully, when the air is still fresh, scented with lingering cardamon, coriander, zaatar and coffee, I walk like a ghost through the old city. Alone but for my own breathing I inhale its special atmosphere, feeling exhilarated and privileged to be here. The shutters, the signs, the stone […]Read Post ›
One of the gates into the old city of Jerusalem, the Jaffa Gate is mysterious and striking. Through the narrow entrance, darkened, shaded, we can pass from the world of modern Jerusalem, with its malls and government offices, into a labyrinth of alleys, the air pungent with spice. I have always experienced a surge of […]Read Post ›
I was astounded by the number of glorious, graceful, curvy Bauhaus buildings in Haifa, exceeding my expeditions after setting out on a photography/painting visit. Yet unlike Tel Aviv, they are left in genteel poverty, their concrete rotting, their “thermometer” windows dirty and degraded. I fell in love with all of them, my pace rapid and […]Read Post ›
A lovely 1930s building in Haifa’s Hadar HaCarmel, curvy, sassy, a tad worse for wear, yet creamy with peach-like unctuousness. The slope of this area of Haifa is steep, falling back towards the blue sea. I have peppered this work with fragments of collage, a nod and a wink to language and belonging. A great […]Read Post ›
In the hours before the street wakes fully, when the air is still fresh, scented with lingering cardamon, coriander, zaatar and coffee, I walk like a ghost through the old city. Alone but for my own breathing I inhale its special atmosphere, feeling exhilarated and privileged to be here. The shutters, the signs, the stone […]Read Post ›
One of the gates into the old city of Jerusalem, the Jaffa Gate is mysterious and striking. Through the narrow entrance, darkened, shaded, we can pass from the world of modern Jerusalem, with its malls and government offices, into a labyrinth of alleys, the air pungent with spice. I have always experienced a surge of […]Read Post ›
I was astounded by the number of glorious, graceful, curvy Bauhaus buildings in Haifa, exceeding my expeditions after setting out on a photography/painting visit. Yet unlike Tel Aviv, they are left in genteel poverty, their concrete rotting, their “thermometer” windows dirty and degraded. I fell in love with all of them, my pace rapid and […]Read Post ›
A lovely 1930s building in Haifa’s Hadar HaCarmel, curvy, sassy, a tad worse for wear, yet creamy with peach-like unctuousness. The slope of this area of Haifa is steep, falling back towards the blue sea. I have peppered this work with fragments of collage, a nod and a wink to language and belonging. A great […]Read Post ›
Andrew Reid Wildman, Scottish Artist living in France 
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