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This riot of colour caught my eye and I decided I had to paint it, though even paint cannot do justice to the intense heat and glorious smell. The bush and flowers partially hide an Edinburgh terraced house, unaccustomed perhaps to the very warm weather. There is silence, but for the humming of bees.

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.

Edinburgh Southside

A view of Edinburgh from Calton Hill by Andrew Reid Wildman

From the medieval heart of Edinburgh, on the Royal Mile, where ghosts and the souls of martyrs linger, a small street drops sharply down to what was once the Nor Loch, a filthy lake. Now it is the site of the railway station and genteel Princes Street Gardens. Cockburn Street is now home to some hip cafes and shops, a pleasant place of tourists and eternal vacation, the air scented with frying bacon, hints of Mexico, the tang of hops. The solid Edinburgh stone houses look down, shadows and 'closes' beckon, and there is a gathering senses of mystery. This work is a fusion of realism and bright naivety.

Art by Andrew Reid Wildman depicting St Giles in Edinburgh's Royal Mile.

Art by Andrew Reid Wildmnan

Edinburgh, Pub on the Corner

Edinburgh, A View Of Edinburgh

Edinburgh New Town

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.

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.

A depiction of Edinburgh's Victoria Street by Andrew Reid Wildman

Garden, Gallery of Modern Art, Edinburgh

Flowers in Princes Street Gardens

Edinburgh, Bar in the Sun

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.

Original artwork by Andrew Reid Wildman

Edinburgh Street

Hawes Inn, South Queensferry

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

Edinburgh Terraced Houses

Edinburgh, A View From Leith Walk

Art by Andrew Reid Wildman. Depicts Glasgow

Terraced Houses In Sunny Edinburgh

Victorian Scottish Bedroom

A View of Granton Lighthouse

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.

From the Art of Andrew Reid Wildman

A small Highland house, perhaps also a state of mind. Tranquility, escape, beauty, solitude. Thick solid, stone walls, painted white, a wooden door, a chimney ready for the roaring fire of a cold night. But today is warm, the sky cloudless and the hills purple with fragrant heather. The woods beckon too, with their promise of shade, scented with pine and moss. This work is rich in colour and detail, a lovely souvenir of the Scottish Highlands and a great gift.

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

My father used to come here. I never understood football much, and therefore it is a place I associate with him. Scottish pubs have an atmosphere of their own, and I can remember the smell of spilled ale and cigarette smoke from the years when it was allowed. If I close my eyes I can hear the roar of crowds from the nearby stadium, the feeling of high spirits and tension that soon would spill out into the deserted streets. Today it is quiet, with only the murmur of passing traffic and a solitary gull. In one direction is Georgie, one of Edinburgh’s swallowed villages, in the other the West End. The evocative scent of brewing hops hangs like a cloud of porridge in the sky, from the brewery a short distance away. A souvenir of Edinburgh.

A short street, near my grandmother’s old home, a place of shadow and light. The light of an early Scottish evening, soft, as though the flesh of peaches and apricots, turning the stone golden in places, brown in others, like caramel. Mature trees cast their webs of dappled shade, muting the hum of traffic on the Queensferry Road. I loved the play of light, the windows, triangles of dark and colour. This work is a wonderful souvenir of Edinburgh.

A favourite spot of Edinburgh, a row of purple-hued tenements hugging the edge of the Meadows, their shape and colour accentuated by the late afternoon sky, filled with pink swirls, clouds of marshmallow, candy floss and Turkish Delight. The sky and trees remind me of the western fringes of Scotland, where the air is scented with brine and seaweed and pine, a place of magic, of Celtic sorcery. As with most corners of Edinburgh there are jolts of memory too, of student parties decades ago, in large drawing room flats, wooden floors bedecked with threadbare imitation Persian rugs, old armchairs in garret windows with tantalizing views. The painting is rich in colour, in splashes of realism and detail, and with elements of texture too. A pe...

A row of shops in Edinburgh, cosy against the darkness of the day. Lights give out warmth, an invitation to enter and bask, a note of cheer and welcome. The buildings are solid, as though they have been here forever. The sky is blue, but it is cold, the thin light not reaching the street anymore. A street in Edinburgh. This work is rich in details and in colour. It is atmospheric and unusual. A great gift, a wonderful souvenir of Scotland’s capital city.