Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

line is not in my hand.”

A woman in a tailored dark blue suit stood up from the center of the head table, her chair scraping loudly against the parquet floor.

Diane, the senior vice president for the corporate client, walked slowly toward the stage, her eyes fixed on the giant screen.

“Gerald,” she said, her voice quiet but carrying through the silent continue reading …