Dreambird is the personal website of designer/illustrator Ian Reynolds. It is an affordable way of owning individual signed aviation art, produced to your own specification.
How is this achieved? I spend months researching and generating the base artwork of each plane. Each illustration is made up of thousands of individual items, taking countless painstaking hours in its production. I strive to render every detail as accurately as possible – every rivet, every bolt; every screw; if visible on the real thing, is rendered in the base illustration. The finished base art looks like an unmarked production aircraft, ready to receive your own choice of paint finish, unit markings, victory scores and personalised ‘nose art’.
You are not charged for all this hard work – only for the bespoke artwork used to generate your individual print. For this reason you can benefit from owning a one-off, unique piece of aviation art for only a fraction of the costs usually associated with commissioned artwork.
On completion the artwork becomes a highly finished and entirely unique work of art produced to your specification!
Prices vary depending upon the complexity of the work involved, so please phone or email for a no obligation quote.
Dreambird limited edition prints
I usually convert the base aircraft art into a well known aircraft and offer this as a limited edition print. These prints are typically 65cm (26 inches) long and printed on archive quality paper stock with UV resistant inks. Typical print run is limited to only 20 copies, each one signed and numbered by the artist.
Each limited edition print retails at £45
“Just lean back and float, the water will hold you up.” The boy wanted to believe his grandfather, but his nose was still stinging from the salt water dousing of his last attempt.
His grandfather seemed to have no fear of the water. No fear of anything. “That’s France.” he said nodding to a grey blue smudge on the horizon. “I was there once on a beach like this.”
“What were you doing over there?” the boy asked. His grandfather didn’t seem to hear. “I ran up the beach and looked back,” he said, almost to himself. “Our padre was right behind me. He’d lost his head.”
