It is early morning, a winter’s day, and I spy a pretty blue building at the top of a junction. It feels timeless, Georgian perhaps, reminiscent of rookeries and the clatter of hooves. Today a few shoppers meander forth in search of treasure. This work is rich in painstaking detail and satisfyingly simple too. A […]Read Post ›
It is early morning, a winter’s day, and I spy a pretty blue building at the top of a junction. It feels timeless, Georgian perhaps, reminiscent of rookeries and the clatter of hooves. Today a few shoppers meander forth in search of treasure. This work is rich in painstaking detail and satisfyingly simple too. A […]Read Post ›
It is early morning, a winter’s day, and I spy a pretty blue building at the top of a junction. It feels timeless, Georgian perhaps, reminiscent of rookeries and the clatter of hooves. Today a few shoppers meander forth in search of treasure. This work is rich in painstaking detail and satisfyingly simple too. A […]Read Post ›
It is early morning, a winter’s day, and I spy a pretty blue building at the top of a junction. It feels timeless, Georgian perhaps, reminiscent of rookeries and the clatter of hooves. Today a few shoppers meander forth in search of treasure. This work is rich in painstaking detail and satisfyingly simple too. A […]Read Post ›
It is early morning, a winter’s day, and I spy a pretty blue building at the top of a junction. It feels timeless, Georgian perhaps, reminiscent of rookeries and the clatter of hooves. Today a few shoppers meander forth in search of treasure. This work is rich in painstaking detail and satisfyingly simple too. A […]Read Post ›
It is early morning, a winter’s day, and I spy a pretty blue building at the top of a junction. It feels timeless, Georgian perhaps, reminiscent of rookeries and the clatter of hooves. Today a few shoppers meander forth in search of treasure. This work is rich in painstaking detail and satisfyingly simple too. A […]Read Post ›
It is early morning, a winter’s day, and I spy a pretty blue building at the top of a junction. It feels timeless, Georgian perhaps, reminiscent of rookeries and the clatter of hooves. Today a few shoppers meander forth in search of treasure. This work is rich in painstaking detail and satisfyingly simple too. A […]Read Post ›
It is early morning, a winter’s day, and I spy a pretty blue building at the top of a junction. It feels timeless, Georgian perhaps, reminiscent of rookeries and the clatter of hooves. Today a few shoppers meander forth in search of treasure. This work is rich in painstaking detail and satisfyingly simple too. A […]Read Post ›
It is early morning, a winter’s day, and I spy a pretty blue building at the top of a junction. It feels timeless, Georgian perhaps, reminiscent of rookeries and the clatter of hooves. Today a few shoppers meander forth in search of treasure. This work is rich in painstaking detail and satisfyingly simple too. A […]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 ›
Andrew Reid Wildman, Scottish Artist living in France 
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