Eric Harry Peskett

Eric Peskett spent his evenings sketching the flicker of pub signs in London, turning neon reflections into wobbly, warm lines. He drew constantly—on napkins, train tickets, whatever was handy—and the habit kept his hand quick, his lines loose. When you need a drawing that feels like a quick, friendly wink from the past, look up his early work *Untitled*; it’s the kind of thing that makes you want to grab a pen and try it yourself.