Nathaniel Parr

Nathaniel Parr never left London but spent his evenings counting its gas lamps, scribbling the numbers in pocket notebooks. He turned those lists into delicate mezzotints where every flame looks like a tiny sun, giving the city’s night a quiet pulse beneath its grime. Slide past the crowds outside Westminster Abbey and look for *View of Parliament at Night* in the print room—spot the one lamp he forgot to turn off in the left corner and you’ll know his trick.