Wildman Tank Tops

Fear him love him he’s here to stay!!

Sasquatch hiding in the Forest amount the foliage and flowers

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.

Wildman by Pontpilat

Pictographs are paintings of shapes and figures, usually found on rock faces or inside caves. Note the term used… Rock Art. There are thousands of pictographs located throughout California’s many wild places. Some of the most famous, being from the Chumash in the Santa Barbara area. These works of art have been created by Native Americans, some as long as a thousands years ago. Most of the true meaning of the artwork has been long lost, generations ago. Scholars can only speculate on the significance of what the original artists were trying to say, document or describe. It was usually the Shamans, the spiritual leaders that created these images. It is believed that these pictures depicted the supernatural world, concepts or ideas.

I heard he killed a bear when he was only 3

Show your Kentucky Cryptic pride in new kooky and creepy swag featuring the Kentucky WildMan!

Apache Longbow attack helicopter of the British Army Air Corps

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.

Diner, Hull, England

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.

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.

Camden Lock, Dusk

Olde English Pub

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

Never Underestimate the Tenacious Power of a WildMan Who is Also A U.S. Veteran!

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 funny Geek Nerd checklist. A list where one might describe their personality, maybe for a dating site or similar. The term loser has been replaced with wild man.

I love looking at old houses with closed doors. What is inside? What mysteries beckon? The shutters look rusty, the door long since locked and forgotten, entombing ghosts and cobwebs maybe. But for others, we can see an opportunity perhaps, a fresh start, a chance to renovate, the bring back to the light and comfort and the cosiness. The light is strong, bouncing off the white wall at the side. The stone is aged, full of character. Flowers and grass push through. The French house, the abandoned house.

A Mysterious Green Door In France

Art by Andrew Reid Wildman

Taxis in New York City, USA

A perfect Hull Saturday, when the heat of the day picks up, and the dew clears on the weeds on the embankment. Through the bridge, almost iconic to those who know the city’s little Bohemia, is a world of second-hand shops, cafés for Hipsters, and vibrant pubs. Scrambled eggs on toast and coffee with hints of chocolate, scones and butter with fresh plum jam. Here is a world of Victorian Avenues, their glory softly faded, and red brick terraces in perfect symmetry. All this beckons, under the bridge. The work is unusual, full of colour and light, and makes a perfect souvenir of Hull, a great gift.

The Red House, Tel Aviv

Deptford is one of those places that has been on the periphery of my life, most of my life. I used to wander here from Surrey Docks in the 1980s, and it was as vibrant and diverse then as it is now. Edgy, alive, exciting. I loved the colours and textures of these shops, so I painted them. The canvas is 0.4 inches deep. It can therefore hang without the need for framing if wished.

I was too young to remember pubs, having left the city before adulthood. I rediscovered them in later years, with the city’s cobbled High Street being especially wonderful. Filled with dark, cosy atmosphere, candlelight and rafters, the lingering smell of stale ale soaked into wooden floors. A place of magical romance and escape. I often imagine Victorian Hull here, swirling mist and the ghostly sound of foghorns, rattling carriages and the clopping of hooves. This work depicts a favourite historical pub on the High Street and makes a perfect gift and a great addition to any collection.

A retro view of a deserted American subway car, as though one had travelled back in time to the 1970s. The carriage is empty, adding an evocative sensation of time travel. The light is slightly muted, reflecting on the greenish walls. Red seats await passengers, patches of shadow gathering at their feet. From outside, glimpses of a fleeting world deep beneath New York, a subterranean adventure. The work is both striking and mysterious, filled with realism and light, with mystery and shadow. A perfect gift, an ideal souvenir of the United States.

Where the New Town starts to end and Stockbridge approaches, where the hills are steep and the shadows long, I noticed the beautiful play of light and colour on this golden building. It was a perfect design of symmetry, Georgian, solid, with fan windows over the doors, and built of large blocks of stone. It was a perfect Edinburgh morning, a day of Scottish summer promised and delivered, the air tinged with pine and heather and brine. I wanted to capture that light. The work is rich in colour and in detail, laced with a strong realism and solidity that make it a perfect souvenir of Scotland, an ideal gift.

It feels amazing, looking over the city where my earliest memories began. I wanted to capture the colour of the copper roofs and the almost turquoise colour of the iconic mosaic. I feel happy when I see this view. It is my city from the rooftops. This work is a perfect addition to any collection of urban art. It also makes a great souvenir of Yorkshire and a wonderful gift.

A mysterious passage of light and shadow, thick solid stone, a greenish tint, gold tarnished perhaps. A cloister for gowned advocates perhaps, a place for ghostly footsteps by night, perhaps the very souls of the hanged and the damned in the heart of Edinburgh’s old town, or perhaps a reminder of a time when Scotland’s capital was the Athens of the north. I was fascinated by the neat shapes of light. I wanted to capture the moment. A lovely souvenir of Scotland. A great gift.

The wild man of the woods whoops and knocks until you leave him some snack cakes.

On the corner, a pub, late summer sun creating patches of light in windows; below, as usual, the street is frenetic but above calmness reigns. The work is full of London flavours and atmosphere, rich in colour and in detail. A great gift, a wonderful souvenir of this corner of London.

Hull, Bar

Cheerful work of a French shop in shadow.

By Andrew Reid Wildman