Charles Conder

Charles Conder carried a set of watercolor paints everywhere he went, even on long sea voyages, because he believed the sky above the water was more interesting than the water itself. He once painted a harbor scene so convincingly blue that people swore it made them thirsty. In *The Blue Waters of Plymouth*, he does it again—flat, calm, and hypnotic—like a postcard that forgot to be cheerful. If you like the idea of landscapes that feel like a quiet afternoon with a book, tap this one next.