Andrew Reid Wildman

Pizol, Switzerland

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.

An Old Door in France

Hull Hotel

Stunning Sunset In France

A former warehouse, now flats, on the river Hull. The windows reflect the wintery light, solid walls of brick, little clues to the building's origins. I love this spot, an oasis of peace, strangely timeless. Behind is the High Street, cobbled, a patch of old Hull, and beyond the fence the muddy, shallow river that terrified me as a child. This work is a great souvenir of Hull, a fantastic gift.

View Of Quebec, Canada

Old Abandoned Car Garage, France

Wangs, Switzerland

Lavendar Fields In France

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.

Olde English Pub

Tangier Houses, Morocco

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.

Jerusalem, Jaffa Gate

Christmas in Paris, France

Old Shop Front In France

Every morning, as a child, on those special visits to granny’s flat in Edinburgh, my father and I trudged down the long hill to Stockbridge where a newsagent had a plastic covered tray of fluffy Scottish breakfast rolls. On the way back we often turned through Ann Street. It has always been the prettiest of streets, the preserve of the lettered, of judges perhaps. It is so pretty it is rumoured to be behind the design on a chocolate box. The air is redolent of honeysuckle, of roses and lilac.

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.

Eddlestone, Scotland

In the south of Tel Aviv, I spotted this yellow building. The south of the city drew me in, a contrast to where I used to live. It was harsher here, tattier and yet I could strip away the layers of clutter to see how it once was, when the buildings were new and white. A time of new beginnings, of hope and dread and youth. Feral cats stare at me, their eyes malevolent and suspicious. It is cool, a welcome freshness, a breeze from the Mediterranean. I wander into the open stairwells, places of dark shadow and stone, places of clutter, where dozens of letter boxes are bent out of shape, stickers faded and layered like papier maché. I smell fried food, muffled voices, an aroma of baking. On the hour, four long beeps signal the start of a new...

The Forth Rail Bridge At Dusk

A view of Butrint, Albania

Blue Shop, France, Summer

Warehouse, River Hull, England

Krakow, Poland, Street Corner

Street Corner In Tel Aviv, Israel

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.

Paris, France

A charming view of Amsterdam by artist Andrew Reid Wildman

Whitewashed Windows In An Old Shop In France

Original art by Andrew Reid Wildman

A view of Bristol

In the stillness of the late afternoon evening twilight filters through the frosted glass of a Bauhaus window, warming my face. It feels timeless, or certainly as though the decades had somehow melted away and I was in the 1930s. Particles of dust float silently. From the various flats I hear muffled noises, the piercing beeps of the radio news on the hour, the sound of someone practising the piano, an animated mother daughter argument from further up the floors. The painting focuses on one landing, and what is below and above remains a mystery. The colours are muted, earthy, full of shadow and the windows a gentle play of soft colour. A perfect gift, a great addition to any collection of architecturally-themed work.

London Street Scene

Pizol, Alps, Switzerland