I developed a portrait style for magazine use, small, and drew dozens of these. They started as brush illustrations that were scanned in and colored in Photoshop.
 A pen and ink sketch of my father, for the bookplates in the books he left to his school (he was a teacher) in his will, 1979. Not my finest work, but when someone dies you discover how few good photographs of them exist.
 My friend Giles worked, for a time, at a barcode-generating company, and when his birthday rolled around the solution seemed obvious. Not quite as easy as it looks to achieve.
 I lived in Santa Monica for more than two decades, in one (later two) of the apartments owned by Grace Vaughan.  She was the best landlady anyone could wish for, and I made her family this portrait after she died in 2012.  My Mint experience helped, though I could not get her right for a while. This is a combination of two portraits, one drawn in pencil on vellum and scanned in, and one drawn in Photoshop on the computer.
 My friend Scott — another combination portrait. I combined photographs of Scott current and Scott twenty years earlier, then built an illustrator portrait based on that. Then I made a pencil sketch of the combo photograph and added that. Then I reduced the opacity of the photograph until it was almost invisible.
 I used to have a manual typewriter around for its sentimental value, though it had been superseded by electrics in the sixties and electronics in the late seventies. Typewriter carriages had a button at each end that released the mechanism, allowing it to roll freely and not click up and down line-by-line. I sketched a self-portrait faintly on a sheet of paper, rolled it in and tapped away at the keys while I rolled the carriage around.
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