Ernest Albert Waterlow

Waterlow knew London’s light like a neighbor—he’d sketch the Thames at dawn from his window, ink barely dry before the river mist blurred the page. His drawings feel like overheard conversations: a tugboat’s hull catching the first sun, a girl’s hat ribbon whipping in the wind, details you’d miss if you blinked. Open your Gallery Tiles to “Untitled (14/01/1904)” and you’ll see why his quick lines still feel alive; the paper hums with the city waking up.