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A summer evening on the Yorkshire coast. The town is still now, the street empty, the air warm. The air is redolent of brine, the sea just a few feet away, and with it the unmistakable tang of fish and chips, succulent batter and sharp vinegar. There is a softness to the evening, a sense of timelessness, of Englishness. I want to keep walking, to head to the sea perhaps, or to follow the main road for a while. The fading sun casts spells with colour and magic. A lovely, vibrant addition to any collection, and a perfect gift.

On a walk in London, aimless and free, I noticed this building on a corner, and I was struck by its brick design; 1, 2, 3. The building itself drew me further, and I admired the variety of bricks, different colours being used to create patterns, as the bricks, unlike paint, wouldn’t vanish under a veil of soot. Above me, the sky was ever changing, clouds travelling rapidly through the cool air. Yet here, nothing much had changed for a century and more. The work is rich in colour, suffused with terracotta and autumnal atmosphere, with realism and fluidity. A great souvenir of London, a lovely addition to any collection, and a perfect gift.

A solitary wander around Paris. Aimless, filled with joy and surprise and delight. Hours passing unnoticed under grey skies. I come across an arcade, a place of secrets. Light floods in through glass panels, works of art in themselves. The sounds echo, muffled, the hiss of a coffee machine, the scent of grinding beans. I am tempted to stay here, to enjoy the quiet a little longer. The work is rich in detail, and I have used a range of yellow and earthy hues to reflect the light of that day. A perfect gift.

Many years ago, in childhood, my granny lived near here. In a brief flash of freedom I was allowed to explore the quiet, sleepy crescents that formed a block. The sun soaked into the sand coloured stone, turning it to gold. Railings marked the border of a magical, and alas, forbidden world of private gardens, an enchanted place of immaculate lawns and slopes. I felt the late afternoon sun on my skin, and the cooing of pigeons and fleeting music that murmured around me.

Original art by Andrew Reid Wildman

Paris Buildings at Dusk

A luxuriant carpet is draped over a bench, against the intense backdrop of a white wall. The heat is palpable. Lizards scamper, flies buzz. Bees search sweet nectar. A bowl of pink flowers, as delicate as silk. Patches of shadow, havens of shade. The carpet is the queen here, a masterpiece of painstaking work, from a distant land perhaps, a kingdom of icy mountains and baking plains. Thousands of stitches, caresses, whispers scented with sandalwood and myrrh. The painting is based partly on photography and is also given extra texture through card.

This work by artist Andrew Reid Wildman depicts the Swan pub in Hull's Beverley Road.

Art by Andrew Reid Wildman

Work by 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.

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.

Edinburgh Street

Shoes In Tangiers

A walk in West Hull, to Coltman Street, near Hessle Road. The houses are fascinating here, beautiful models of Victoriana, town houses filled with history, stories of fishing, of wars and social revolution. Seagulls call to each other, according to Saxon and Norse legend the voices of the dead. There is a scent of brine, of cooking, of lilac and cut grass. It is quite today, a gentle pulse of city life. I enjoy this walk through the west of Hull, crossing from the Humber up towards the city's Avenues area. This corner of the street boasts a terrace of painted houses that I enjoy.

France, Beer, Chips, Mussels

Pizol, Alps; Switzerland

Pizol, Alps, Switzerland

Pizol, Alps, Switzerland

Pizol, Alps, Switzerland

The Dean Court Hotel in York.

Hessle Road in Hull by Andrew Reid Wildman

Hill House on Hot Summer Day

I loved the colours, the delicious coolth of green mint, with lines of creamy white, of peach and apricot, yellow and orange, the stucco peeling like the petals of mature roses. Splashes of strawberry red, the shade of oily palm trees and the nostalgic, classic shape of superannuated cars. The heat is palpable, the light unforgiving and cleansing. This work is a perfect addition to any collection, a welcome breeze of tropical heat, a fantastic gift.

Featuring the artwork of Andrew Reid Wildman

Original art by Andrew Reid Wildman

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.

Edinburgh Southside

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.

Art by Andrew Reid Wildman

Paris, St Denis

The Art of Andrew Reid Wildman

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.