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The road to Hull is paved with good intentions

Midnight Society

This work depicts Posterngate in Hull's old town.

An iconic Hull building, painted by artist Andrew Reid Wildman

Hull, Guildhall

Hull University

Captured in October 2015 by drone at Hull Fair

Hull, Bar

Hull Buildings, England

Hull, England

Edwin Davis Building, Hull, England

A view of Hull, England

A building in Hull, England

Hull

A favourite street in Hull, a glimpse of how the city used to be once. A Georgian terrace, narrow, full of colorful stucco frontages and filled with a quintessential English charm. The alleyway is overlooked by the church, whose bells fill the air with a haunting magic. A haven of peace. At night, I imagine I can hear the ghostly footsteps of press gangs. On a summer’s morning, the air is filled with blossom. I love this view of Hull. The work is a great souvenir of the city, a perfect gift.

Hull Buildings, England

Humber Bridge, Hull

The Lord Line, Hull, is an artwork by artist Andrew Reid Wildman. He uses a distinctive realist style and tends to depict the architecture of his birthplace in vivid colour. This building sits at the entrance to Hull's former fishing docks. It is a building very much at risk of possible demolition and irreparable neglect.

Abstract painting by Kari Gregorich

Hull, Prince Street

A weekend exploring Hull, wondering streets evocative of another time, snippets of childhood, a fascination with red brick and terracotta chimney stacks, a fascination with symmetry and Victorian dimensions. The day is mine, to explore as I wish, and I find myself in the Avenues, a Bohemian-feeling expanse of roads and alleys, baked under a hot sun in a wide sky. The tiles, the bricks, the walls absorb the day’s heat, releasing their nectar of tar and creosote, intoxicating and Proustian scents. An ice cream van’s jingle, with a bitter-sweet pang, the hum of traffic on the main roads nearby, and the breeze that carries a tang from the Humber and the North Sea. A lovely gift, a great souvenir of Hull.

Factory In Hull

A view of Hull

A View of Hull

A view of Hull, England

A very unique aerial night image of Hull Fair taken by a drone in October 2016.

A building in Hull, England

One of the prettiest streets in the old town, Prince Street is a hidden gem, one of Hull's best.

A colorful and bright work of Hull's Anlaby Road, by local artist Andrew Reid Wildman

Buildings anchor me to childhood, their faces ageing, their modernity replaced by decay. And yet here they remain, as they have always done so since my childhood. First seen half a century ago, I remember the building, passed fleetingly on the way to pantomimes and toy shops, to dental appointments and the wonders of the museum quarter. The style evokes a halcyon period of hope, of growth and rebuilding after the war, it tingles with the spirit of the 1950s and 60s. Of all the corners and places on earth, Hull is the only one I have always known. I paint it repeatedly, recreating embers of belonging. This work is detailed, created slowly, with attention to realism. It is a perfect addition for anyone with a passion for architecture, and ...

Old cinemas fascinate the artist. This work depicts a disused building in Hull's Anlaby Road.

This terrace of Victorian houses caught my eye, a long terrace, that seemed to stretch towards the horizon and which was basking in a glorious, celestial light. It was an area of Hull I did not know well, and I was exploring on my last evening there. Everything seemed to turn to gold, the air scented with lilac and the evocative fragrance of hot food. I set out to capture the pattern of light on the red brick.

Hull Cafe, England

A new work by Andrew Reid Wildman, depicting Hull, viewed from the river Hull

A walk in West Hull, to Coltman Street, near Hessle Road. The houses are fascinating here, beautiful models of Victoriana, town houses filled with history, stories of fishing, of wars and social revolution. Seagulls call to each other, according to Saxon and Norse legend the voices of the dead. There is a scent of brine, of cooking, of lilac and cut grass. It is quite today, a gentle pulse of city life. I enjoy this walk through the west of Hull, crossing from the Humber up towards the city's Avenues area. This corner of the street boasts a terrace of painted houses that I enjoy.