Andrew Reid Wildman Merch

This work is infused with a powerful sense of heat, light and realism. It depicts a pub at the end of its functionality, basking in the sun, with what lies inside now a mystery, its future uncertain. The pub was in fact the location of the video "Red, Red Wine," by UB40 and is in Birmingham's Digbeth district. I have used my own photography to inform and inspire this work, which is executed in acrylic on a canvas frame.

Andrew Reid Wildman's artwork, The Tiger

Art by Andrew Reid Wildman. Depicts Glasgow

Victorian Scottish Bedroom

From the Art of Andrew Reid Wildman

The Valley of Bricks and Canals, London

From the Art of Andrew Reid Wildman

USA-themed art by Andrew Reid Wildman

At once a beautiful old house, and an icon of freedom perhaps, the Wilberforce house is tucked away in a walled English garden in Hull’s old town. I have known this building all my life, from infancy, when I shuddered at the sight of the chains and shackles used on slaves, and peeked with horror and fascination at the thick mud beyond the garden fence, that threatened to eat me alive, on the river Hull. The house is Georgian, its walls partly covered in foliage, its windows mysterious. The work is a lovely souvenir of Hull, a great gift and a wonderful addition to any collection.

Art by Andrew Reid Wildman, a pub in Hull's Beverley Road.

Artwork by Andrew Reid Wildman

London, Summer Afternoon

Work by Andrew Reid Wildman. The Bell in Walthamstow, London.

Art by Andrew Reid Wildman

A man surfs the internet as the greyhound sleeps soundly on the rug, content and protective. A row of books. A taste of cosy domesticity. This work is unusual and striking, and ideal for any dog lover, with detail and a wide range of colour.

A depiction of St Pancras Station in London by Andrew Reid Wildman

Art by Andrew Reid Wildman depicting a Georgian kitchen in a Scottish house.

A ladder, seemingly to nowhere. I was reminded of Jacob’s dream whereby a ladder appears, a reminder of heaven above, and of the promise that exile will end. The tree, gnarled and ancient, also put me in mind of biblical gardens, of olives and jasmine, of hot desert winds, of red rocks that echo the howl of the jackal. The courtyard envelops us in shade, above a glorious sky of blue, and below the terracotta colours of the sandy walls. The tree is rich in olive and yellow hues, the wood almost pink.

I love these old subway cars, their colours, a turquoise hued metal, and red brown floors, little portholes to the outside, to the darkness of the labyrinth beneath the city, the domain of nightly ghosts and demons and perhaps the odd urban legendary crocodile or two. The car is empty, adding to its mystery, the end of the day perhaps, or the very beginning. The work is interesting and unusual, evocative of a different time and place. A perfect gift, a great addition to any collection of American works.

This riot of colour caught my eye and I decided I had to paint it, though even paint cannot do justice to the intense heat and glorious smell. The bush and flowers partially hide an Edinburgh terraced house, unaccustomed perhaps to the very warm weather. There is silence, but for the humming of bees.

This work, by artist Andrew Reid Wildman, depicts a pub in Barton upon Humber.

A hidden corner that hugs the Water of Leith, on my way to the Botanical Gardens. A day of glorious Scottish sunshine, of a clear blue sky and gentle warmth. The stone radiates gold, brilliant white from the woodwork, with dots of yellow from sunflowers. It is quiet here, with Stockbridge a short walk away. The work is rich in realism and detail, filled with vivid colour; A wonderful souvenir of Edinburgh and a perfect gift.

A favorite walk, a place of constant return, unchanging, the gentle assurance of history and memory. Here I find a wonderful café with cream cakes and silver tea pots and faded, retro beauty, A portal to another decade, to another time. I am transfixed by the blue and the pink stucco, and by the vivid colors of the shop fronts. This is my secret corner of London that forever belongs to me. The painting is a wonderful gift of London and a perfect addition to any collection.

Diner, Hull, England

Olde English Pub

Art by Andrew Reid Wildman

Camden Lock, Dusk

Based on the work of Andrew Reid Wildman

What do doors represent? What lies behind, what memories, relationships, treasures and mysteries? In a Northern English town, where redbrick is replaced by stone, and where the road rises sharply, I spotted this lovely pink door. I wanted to capture its pastel, its oldness. The work is unusual and rich in atmosphere. A perfect gift and a great addition to any collection of architectural art.

Hull, Indoor Market Place

The Art of Andrew Reid Wildman

It is early on Sunday morning, and London has yet to wake up. I have Soho to myself. I love the green tiles of the shop front, the way the shadow draws me to the alleyway, mysterious and deserted. Windows draw me upwards, and I imagine what lies inside. It is Sunday morning in London and the day beckons with its promise of brunch, of designer coffees, of walks and friendship. The work is rich in detail, rich in colour too, with elements of realism that make it a great addition to any collection of London art.

A Mysterious Green Door In France

It is winter in Hull and a silver sky hangs low over the city, a thickness in the coverage, as though snow might arrive at any moment. In the east of the city, near the docks and the ferry terminals, I wander alone, exploring, passing a row of semi-abandoned buildings, their walls blue, whimsical, striking, striking a hopeful note. One day, they will live again, I am sure, though for now they are in a deep slumber, plants growing from cracks, as nature seeks to reclaim her own. The work is unusual, urban, powerful and rich in colour and detail. It makes a great addition to any collection of Hull paintings.

A very hot summer’s day in Upstate New York, a quiet town basks in the heat. A flag hangs silently in the breezeless afternoon. The light is pervasive, powerful, bleaching, purifying. Behind, a café where ice cool milkshakes and sodas await, a slice of peach or cherry pie if wished. The sky is blue, a few clouds scud by. A beautiful piece of American-themed art to add to a collection, or a wonderful gift.

On a sunny Sunday in Hull I wander down Prince Street, a lovely remnant of Hull’s Georgian old town. The cobbles beneath glisten, the stucco radiates the sun. It is a tranquil spot, perfect in symmetry, classical in style. The work is bright, naive, full of colour, an ideal gift.