Foster

Foster was the kind of printmaker who treated every line like a gossip: quick, knowing, and packed with personality. He had a habit of slipping into costumes—turning politicians into stage villains, poets into dandies—and no one did it with more mischief. Look at *Mr Palmer as Malvil* (1821), where the man’s face is half shadow, half smirk, like he just heard a joke no one else gets. If you’ve ever seen Hogarth’s satirical prints and thought, “I’d love to steal his punchlines,” start here—Foster’s the one who taught him how.