Thomas Moss Tate

Thomas Tate kept a tiny tin of watercolors in his coat pocket and sketched every church doorway he passed on his walks through Rome. He’d finish the scene later that night with a few quick strokes, letting the colors bleed while his tea cooled. One winter he sat for hours outside Santa Costanza, tracing the round brick arches and the mosaic tiles glowing like scattered jewels. Why he belongs in Gallery Tiles: tap “Santa Costanza, Rome” to see the arches and golden chips exactly as Tate left them.