The Painter Who Drew Faces for Machines

In a busy town of engineers, there was a young painter named Suri.

In a busy town of engineers, there was a young painter named Suri.

The engineers built clever machines, but the machines looked cold and confusing.

The engineers built clever machines, but the machines looked cold and confusing.

Nobody knew how to talk to them.

Nobody knew how to talk to them.

One day, the head of the workshop asked Suri for help.

One day, the head of the workshop asked Suri for help.

He said, 'Draw us little pictures so people can understand what the machine wants to say.'

He said, 'Draw us little pictures so people can understand what the machine wants to say.'

Suri took a square of paper and a pencil.

Suri took a square of paper and a pencil.

She made a small smiling face for hello.

She made a small smiling face for hello.

She drew a tiny bin for throwing things away.

She drew a tiny bin for throwing things away.

She painted a little clock for waiting.

She painted a little clock for waiting.

Each picture was only thirty-two dots wide and thirty-two dots tall.

Each picture was only thirty-two dots wide and thirty-two dots tall.

But each one told a story.

But each one told a story.

People who had never touched a machine before saw the pictures and smiled.

People who had never touched a machine before saw the pictures and smiled.

They understood at once.

They understood at once.

Suri's pictures spread to machines all over the world.

Suri's pictures spread to machines all over the world.

Other workshops copied her style.

Other workshops copied her style.

Her tiny drawings became the face of all computers.

Her tiny drawings became the face of all computers.

But most people did not know her name.

But most people did not know her name.

They only knew her little pictures.

They only knew her little pictures.

Suri did not mind.

Suri did not mind.

She said that a good picture needs no signature.

She said that a good picture needs no signature.