Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

past eight, and the room grew quiet as the projector screen flickered to life with a slide of the green logo. The giant siren stared down at the crowd, her face twenty feet wide above the wooden podium.

“We began with a simple sketch,” Gerald said into the microphone, his short sentences clipping through the speakers. “A vision of balance. A design continue reading …