Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

red against the wet road.

I sat down on the edge of the mattress and unrolled the second print, lining up the margins before pressing the tape down against the heavy black-and-white face.

The double doors of the Olympic Hotel ballroom were propped open with heavy brass wedges, letting the cold air from the lobby cut through the heat of the heating vents.continue reading …