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Places of Proustian memory, places that evoke. This corner of Edinburgh reminds me of times long gone, of early family visits, relatives and days of hot summer freedom, when pavements smelled of tar and toy shops and Scottish sweet shops beckoned and seduced, followed by buttery scones and fizzy orange. And at the heart stands a pub, scents of ale, and the occasional roar of crowds, its colours purple and gold. I wanted to repaint this scene. A lovely gift, a great addition to any collection.

The Art of Andrew Reid Wildman

I explore Bristol. From the river, on a solitary walk, a row of colorful houses catches my eye. There is something playful, childlike about them. The tones are bright, filled with light and hope, striking. The air is crisp, scents of brine and elderflower, and the sun warms me. The canvas is filled colour and energy, and it makes a wonderful gift or addition to a collection.

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

Edinburgh Street

By Andrew Reid Wildman

I am fascinated by the shapes of oranges and lemons. I love their scent, their texture, their sharpness. I was struck by the fruit bowl in my kitchen, freshly filled from a prosaic shopping trip. A cornucopia, a tribute to Bacchus perhaps.

This work depicts Circle 87 in Hull's Anlaby Road.

A new and charming urban work by Andrew Reid Wildman

New work by artist Andrew Reid Wildman

Edinburgh New Town

Pizol, Alps, Switzerland

A fresh new work by Andrew Reid Wildman

A corner of Amsterdam. A place where canals and tramlines and streets meet in a cacophony of bike bells and thundering wheels. Yet if we look up, and perhaps move under the shade of the trees that hug the calm murky waters of the canal, we can find a place I call Gothic Corner. I love the architecture of Amsterdam, and this building reminded me of the Centraal Station, or the Rijksmuseum, or of many other more modest buildings of the nineteenth century that hug the Vondelpark. I wanted to paint the reddish, earthy hues of the bricks and the blue of the sky. This work is an ideal souvenir of Amsterdam, a great gift.

Hull Barber Shop

There is a buzz in the air, here in New York City. Taxis sound their horns in frustration, engines snarling, the energy palpable. Skyscrapers soar upwards, thousands of windows twinkling like stars, each one a mystery. I wander the streets, alone and excited, a day to myself exploring, my senses overwhelmed. The work is full of colour, full of vibrancy, and I have used some collage to add to the chaos and bustle of the city. This work is a great souvenir of the Big Apple, a perfect gift and a fantastic addition to any collection of urban themed works.

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

t is strange to reflect that, whilst sitting and drinking a coffee, one of the most savage battles in European history raged around this beach. I came across rows of beautiful Art Nouveau houses on an epic walk on a very cold and blustery day in winter. I wanted to immortalise one in my own art.

It is a clear day, perfect for exploring the outer reaches of Edinburgh's New Town. A warm feeling of belonging, of familiarity bred over decades of visits, since childhood. The incline is steep, and the way meanders, passing opulent and classical buildings. In summer the air is rich with pollen, in winter a tang of wood smoke and a chill that invigorates. I admire the intricate and uniform construction of the buildings, golden and classical.

Paris, St Denis

Edinburgh Southside

Art by Andrew Reid Wildman

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.

Pizol, Alps, Switzerland

Pizol, Alps, Switzerland

Pizol, Alps, Switzerland

A terrace on a rooftop. The Mediterranean breeze, the muffled sounds of the city below. The sound of car horns, the staccato and distant voice of a radio presenter. Time for a long, cool drink, time to relax. The scent of oleander and thyme and safe, of coffee and baking. The work is rich in life and colour. A blast of heat. A reminder of better times around the corner. An ideal gift. A great addition to any collection.

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.

A splash of pink brick work enlivens this building in Shoreditch, East London. The set of houses is typical of London, deserted in the early morning light.

A Walk in Soho, London

A man sits alone on a train, at night, the destination unknown, a fleeting moment of transience, paths crossed. It is summer, the carriage is hot. Shorts, t-shirt, a paper mask that adds a sense of mystery. It is a strange summer indeed, and yet in the midst of it, we continue our lives. The work is striking, filled with light and realism and colour. A wonderful gift, a great addition to any collection.

House In Tangiers, Morocco

Shadows and shade, a magical place where Edinburgh stone, rigid, and classical, blends into a sylvain world of hidden garden, of moss and coolth. The crescent is one of several that formed an outer fringe of territory in childhood, close to my grandmother’s flat. To the side, an enchanted private garden cascades down to the valley, whilst similar streets branch off. A place of delicious serenity, of Grecian columns and huge windows, drawing rooms with pianos and basement flats. This work is a wonderful souvenir of Edinburgh, the Athens of the North, and a great addition to any collection.

This work by Andrew Reid Wildman depicts a block of Bauhaus apartments in Tel Aviv's UNESCO World Heritage Site.

The German House of Spells and Magic