Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

ninety-two,” I said. “Can you run them on the high-resolution scanner and blow them up to thirty inches by forty inches?”

He squinted at the small details in the corner of the drawing, where the lines of the siren’s face came together.

“The resolution might get a little grainy at that size,” he said. “The original was drawn with a very fine point.”