J. C. S. Wells

J. C. S. Wells spent decades sketching the same stretch of London’s Thames at dawn, when the river looked like molten lead and the fog folded the bridges into soft smudges. He never sold a drawing, never left London, and never dated them, just piled them in a drawer labeled “1900-1948.” One sheet shows the Waterloo Bridge half-drowned in mist; hold your breath while you look and you’ll feel the damp right on your fingertips.