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This work depicts a hotel near the station in the French city of Lille. Has the building seen better days perhaps? The light fluctuates, and shadows beckon us downwards. The work is a wonderful souvenir of Lille and full of French flavours.

A new work of Traquair House in Scotland by Andrew Reid Wildman

Yellow Wall With Hebrew

Above me rumble trains, loud, otherworldly. In this netherworld, covered by its canopy of ochre metal, I look up, at a patch of sky, at the lines of tower blocks. I love being in America, far away, invisible and unknown. I want to explore all day long, to savour the smells and sights and sounds, familiar through film. I love the texture of the trains, corrugated, they cut through the air, through buildings. This work is rich in colour, it is vibrant and energetic. A wonderful souvenir of Chicago.

Flowers in Princes Street Gardens

The bridge drew me, a jolt of pure Americana, of Art Deco and Jazz Age. The trains trundle overhead, cutting through buildings, reminding me of a metropolis fantasy cityscape. The metal is riveted, solid, nostalgic too, with fascinating hues of orange, purple, brown, a metallic autumn. I am in Chicago and a day of freedom and exploring awaits, a day of indulgence. I look upwards, beyond the tracks of the Loop, at the skyscrapers and the parcel of sky. The work is filled with energy, with detail and colour. A perfect addition to any collection of American art, a great gift, a wonderful souvenir of the Windy City.

This view depicts a London canal boat, transformed into a floating book shop. What could be more relaxing?

Art by Andrew Reid Wildman

This view depicts a corner of tenement in Morningside, Edinburgh. It is summer, the sky pale and blue, the stone golden, as it should be in Edinburgh. Morningside has its own microculture, a mythology built on scones and snobbism and withering understatement.

A View of Granton Lighthouse

San Francisco, Colourful Houses

Building In New Orleans, USA

What could be lovelier than afternoon tea in an English tea garden, with roses blooming and the gentle heat of summer radiating from the orange brick walls? A freshly brewed pot of tea, bone china cups, delicate like the petals of roses, and a delicious scone, buttery, warm and served with clotted cream. A bee hums, spoons clink porcelaine and already the day seems to grow languide. It is solid and comforting, timeless and graceful, especially when such pleasures are coupled with friendship, the nectar of plum jam and darjeeling to the account of harmless gossip. This work is rich in shadow and light, rich in realism and reflecting a lovely view of an idealised England.

On a French island, in the height of summer, I walk along deserted streets. Shutters closed against the heat, against the light that bleaches colour and penetrates the interior. The village is almost silent, as noon approaches. Crickets, bees, the faint keys of a piano. The scent of oregano, thyme, rose and jasmine I love the colour and the texture of the walls, creamy lemon, with shutters of faded blue. Little balconies of wrought iron, overhanging flowers. Paradis indeed.

A cake of pure joy, a work of art in itself. Crafted slowly as if by alchemy, baked, presented on the finest crystal serving plate, the house infused from attic to basement in an invisible mist of pear and cinnamon and caramel. Who can feel unhappiness at such a moment, the thick cream ready, the teapot steaming? The colours are intense, the detail painstaking.

Art by Andrew Reid Wildman

This work depicts a series of roof tops in Tel Aviv. I used to live here and have always been taken with these little parcels of space that live between city and sky, places where at night one can sit under stars. They are oddly private spots, accessed by metal doors and shared with baking hot metal water containers. Here the tar melts, plants wither under the glare. And yet in the yards between buildings are patches of dark shadow, of intense shade, relics of Eden, scented by orange blossom and wild mint. The work radiates heat and has an intense realism.

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.

A huge pan of food is bubbling and sizzling, a cauldron of spice and heat, heady scents of curry, turmeric, ginger, garlic, and an enveloping cloud of charcoal and steam. It is time to eat. Plates are empty, extended, waiting. Two women, emerging from the darkness, fix the viewer with their strong looks, bewitching perhaps.

On a wet, dark night, I walked around Brussels. A place of memories, of times long ago when I was a child in Luxembourg, and Brussels was the nearest large city. Memories of Art Deco train stations, grey in the drizzle, of the intoxicating smells of syrup waffles, fresh, crispy chips and ground coffee. As I walked that night, I came to the gates of the Central Station. At this hour, it was almost empty, the light visible through the high windows, creating a sense of mystery and contrast. The work is a great souvenir of the city, a perfect gift. I decided to create a painting using a very restricted set of colours. Texture has been added to create extra depth.

An evocative work depicts an Edinburgh street scene. There is perhaps a sadness too, a farewell maybe, or at least a goodbye. The work is a lovely souvenir of Edinburgh,

A wonderful day spent in a communal kitchen, in a place alive with vibrant colour and enticing smells, a place surrounded by friendship and warmth and community. We cooked all morning, amidst huge cauldrons of bubbling curry, with scents of coriander, ginger, and turmeric, the magical fragrance of baking and of flatbreads thrown onto the griddle. I wanted to capture the colour of the clothes, the vivid orange and yellow. It is a small work, full of life and character. A wonderful gift, a perfect addition to a collection.

P P P Penguins Going For A Dip

Chimney Pots, England

From the art of Andrew Reid Wildman.

Original artwork by Andrew Reid Wildman

Original artwork by Andrew Reid Wildman

Art by Andrew Reid Wildman

A lovely open sky in California, the first day in San Francisco, and I set out to discover the place I had always dreamed of visiting. I am struck by a house on a corner, the light shining through the bay windows, the wooden slats a beautiful shade of light green. I am carried away to an idealised America, icons of simpler times, a world of solid values and delicious food. The work is rich in detail, rich too in light and shadow and colour. It is a perfect souvenir of San Francisco, an ideal gift.

Collington, Edinburgh

Original artwork by Andrew Reid Wildman

A secular pilgrimage long dreamed of and finally arrived, a place of wonder, of longing fulfilled and reawakened too. It felt so vast, that I could travel for days, weeks even and never reach the end. My own American dream was formed by 1970s dramas, films, books and fantasies, a land of palm trees and long streets, of huge cities where I could lose myself in a maze of teeming neighbourhoods of promise. Having arrived, finally, jet lagged and redolent of long haul travel, I set out to explore this promised land. I fell in love with the signage, tatty, dated, a reminder of my own 1970s American dream. This work is rich in bright colour, youthful and joyful, with close attention to detail. A great gift, a wonderful collection starter.

A sleepy village in the East of England, a place that reminds me of summer, a place where the air is scented with lilac, with hay, honeysuckle and roses. A corner of a lost paradise, where my heart aches with longing under a blue sky. The houses draw us down the street to a place where the sky meets the trees. It is timeless, reminiscent of pre-industrial times. The work is rich in colour and vivid in detail and texture. A lovely gift, a great addition to any collection, a perfect souvenir of England.

An empty train, deep underground. The promise of movement and travel and freedom, the promise of the city that lies above. The scene is evocative of times past, of an idealised Americana, of a world that is large and spacious, solid and reassuring. There is an eerie light in the carriage, a sensation of darkness and mystery outside. The carriage sides are green, tinged with blue, perhaps turquoise, the seats darker. The floor is a carpet of autumn hues, red and brown, with slithers of neon light above. The work is both striking and unusual, a wonderful piece of American art to add to any collection, a great souvenir of New York.

A bright and colorful work by Andrew Reid Wildman, depicting flowers at a Greek monastery.