Georg Niemann

Georg Niemann liked to sketch his breakfast. Every morning in his Berlin apartment he’d set a roll, a cup of tea, and whatever fruit was in season on the same wooden table and draw it again—same angle, same light—until the roll looked like a relic and the apple glowed. His watercolors from June 1882 still smell faintly of cinnamon, the color so wet you can almost taste it. Grab any of these drawings off the shelf; they’re the best invitation to slow down with a pencil and your own kitchen table.