Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

the red toggle button Frank had shown me before dinner.

The giant screen behind us flickered, replacing the clean digital logo with the high-resolution scan of my original sketch.

The black ink lines were thick, showing every press of my graphite pencil, every slight hesitation where the lead had dragged across the tooth of the paper.

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