Size Matters…
One evening my parents came home in a state of mild excitement. They had returned from a work site where my father and a colleague had been working on a large decorative panel — Marx, Engels, and Lenin — which was to hang on the GUM building for some anniversary.
They were animatedly discussing a visit to the site. The panel was of such dimensions that my mother was standing inside Lenin’s eye.
It is hard to imagine how decorative artists managed such tasks — by hand, by wit, and with modest tools such as an epidiascope.