from tottenham court road, down charing cross road

June 16, 2023June 16, 2023Leave a comment

I had another sketching day out down in central London, going down to Tottenham Court Road station on a Monday morning in mid-May. This area has changed so much. This was always my go-to stop when heading down into central, most of the things I wanted to do were near this station. The Virgin Megastore, the big record store on the corner of Oxford St and Tottenham Court Road, I spent a lot of time in there throughout my teens and early twenties, now of course a distant memory. The British Museum is just a short walk from here, I would go there a lot. The Hellfire Club, later ‘Metros’, and other night-time places we’d go like the Astoria, LA2, Plastic People, Borderline, Marquee, all those were right here, all gawn now. I worked at a chocolate shop (Thorntons) just a little way down Oxford Street, back in 1996. All the music instrument shops at Denmark Street and down Charing Cross Road, some of which are gone, some still remain, all right here. Charing Cross Road itself, I loved all the bookstores down there but I loved Foyles the most. There is still a Foyles and it’s still big, but it’s not in the same place, it’s a little further down, and very clean and well organized. The Foyles I remember was massive but everything was crammed in, literally, and the upstairs was a labyrinthine jumble, and I’d go there looking through all the books on language and travel, I loved it. Now I pop into the current Foyles to see if they have any of my books (they didn’t). And then there’s the tube station, which before was a claustrophobic little station with secret passages and loads of different exits, which was always fun when saying “meet me outside the entrance to Tottenham Court Road”, a rookie mistake. Now, with the Elizabeth Line which brought so much architectural change to this corner of London, the newer version of the station is much bigger, modern, with spacious exits including a large one outside Center Point, which is where I stood to draw the sketch above. I looked north-west to the rooftops that haven’t changed at all, with the interesting blue and cloudy London sky above it. At ground level, a pub called The Flying Horse, which was called The Tottenham when I was younger, often called the only pub on Oxford Street (which is true, other pubs are just off it). There’s a shop next door called BasicMart now, which wasn’t there before and is quite handy to grab a chocolate bar and a fizzy drink when peckish, and seems to be open all hours, as I discovered when coming home late one Saturday evening (on the ‘Night Tube’! You can now get a tube in the wee hours right back up to Burnt Oak from here, a zipping 30 minute trip rather than wait for the packed, slow and usually awful Night Bus). Along those rooftops, I always liked that little golden dome. All the bits in between, all the windows and details, I was going to draw but decided not to spend the time doing so, it looked better in that unfinished state, let the mind fill in the gaps, I drew the bit I wanted to. Time to get moving. I wasn’t going far, just spending the day walking about an area I love. It was a day off, I wasn’t planning to do any remote work that evening (the time difference with California means I did a bit of evening work on this trip, a few meetings and such). So I headed down to Denmark Street, and spent a lot of time playing guitars.

Around the corner from Denmark Street is New Oxford Street (it runs up to Oxford Street and drops the ‘New’ bit when it reaches that junction with Tottenham Court Road and Charing Cross Road) (we have to say the whole names of streets in London, it’s not like San Francisco where you’d just say “Market” or “Columbus”, though we do have a lot of one-name streets in London such as “Piccadilly”, “Lothbury” or “Strand” (not “The” Strand, though we are allowed to add a “The”) (imagine saying “The Piccadilly” though! You’d be laughed all the way to the M25, which by the way is just called “M25” but we say “The M25” or “That bloody M25”). The thing I wanted to drawn on New Oxford Street is James Smith & Sons, a famed and historic umbrella shop, established in 1830. It’s one of those old London gems that will hopefully always be here. I mean, it’s never going to stop raining, is it? Maybe with global warming and dryer summers, but come on this is Britain. Sure, many Londoners will always be like, I don’t need an umbrella, and that’s how I was when I lived there. Umbrellas were more trouble than they were worth, once you got on the tube or bus and folded them up, they would just be dripping everywhere, so I rarely carried one, but I must admit umbrellas are useful. Plus it’s what we British people look like in films isn’t it, an umbrella and a bowler hat. I’ve always wanted to draw the interior, after seeing a great drawing by Karen Neale in her book, London in Landscape. I love those books she produced of London sketches in two-page spreads, especially as I’ve done quite a few myself over the years, it gave me some inspiration to keep that up. Anyway, I stood across the street and leaned on one of those electric boxes you get, perfect leaning height, and drew as much as I could. I had to stop though because my X-Ray vision didn’t extend through double-decker buses. So much traffic on this stretch, so many buses stopped in front of me, I could only draw about half of this, if that, before giving up and going somewhere else. So I drew in the rest later. The people were drawn pretty early on, and that woman passing by did have a red poncho, and that person at the lights was wearing a little red scarf, so I was like right, matching those into the big red ‘umbrellas’ sign. I should have drawn a red bus in the way too.

I cut down an alley and reappeared in Charing Cross Road, opposite Foyles. I walked down to where Macari’s Musical Instruments used to be, until it closed a few years ago. I loved that shop, it’s where I bought my current acoustic guitar, back in the tail end of 1996 while I was on my break at Thorntons. I had been wanting an acoustic for years, only having my old electric, and I saw this one, a Hohner, which was not very expensive but had a lovely dark matte wood colour and a lovely dark matte wood tone, and I knew this was the one. It still is the one, I brought it out to America a couple of years after moving here, back when it was a bit easier to just bring your big guitar into the main cabin of the plane. Well Macari’s is gone. I wanted to draw the green stripy building across the street, the one above the Harmony adult store. I might have sketched it before but I don’t remember, though another artist I follow, Liam Farrell, did an amazing oil painting of it a few years back, and then another one in watercolour. I have drawn the pub opposite, on the corner of Old Compton Street (a street by the way which it is perfectly acceptable to just call “Old Compton”, I guess, without people laughing you to the M25). Last time I drew it though it was still called Molly Moggs.

Further down Charing Cross Road, towards Leicester Square tube station, are the few remaining old bookstores. I first went into Fopp, a store that sells these old things called ‘CDs’ and ‘DVDs’ which people used to use before everything became instantaneously available to us at all times with no surprises. I was amazed to see it still there, it was a thing that rose up from the days when the Virgin Megastores all fell. I also popped into the Orc’s Nest, a little games shop that has been there for many years, and with the popularity of modern board games I was glad to see doing well. I remember buying a little metal minifigure here of ‘Death’, the character form the Terry Pratchett books, back when I was about 18. They didn’t have any this time. So I walked down to see if the old bookshops were still there, and there they are, the token bookshops, probably allowed to remain in existence so Charing Cross Road, historically London’s old bookshop street, could still pretend to be so. Most of the other shops here are basically the 21st century writ large, so these old shops stand out. I didn’t go into any as I didn’t need any old books for anything, but I did remember coming here with my friend Tel (mentioned in previous posts), we were about 17 maybe, and out exploring London, going to the National Gallery and Chinatown. I was into buying second hand books then, I would read a lot, but he decided that he wanted to buy a bunch of books cheap to put on his shelf “so that girls would think he read a lot”. (I never let him forget that! But hey, when we are teenagers that’s what it’s all about, see also me playing the guitar). So he bought about 20 or 30 books, can’t have spent more than about a tenner tops, and I had to help him carry them in flimsy carrier bags all around central London. None of the books were ones he would ever actually read, mostly cheap fantasy or sci-fi, but we lugged them all back up on the Northern Line to his old bedroom. It’s funny, eventually he became a buyer and seller of books, many of them rare and valuable that he would find in old stores or in auctions or online, and I think back to that afternoon carrying around all those cheap books, that’s probably where that started. Anyway back to 2023. I decided to draw this one shop, Any Amount Of Books, while traffic slowly ambled past blocking my view. At one point, a huge white van did stop in front of the shop for an extended period, at which point I just abandoned it and went off to Covent Garden, finishing the rest of the details, the brickwork and all that hatching, while eating some dinner. I still had a fair bit of sketching left to do that day which I’ll put in another post, but this was my walk down Memory Lane (actually it’s called Old Memory Road, you’d better get it right).

little shop on deansbrook road

June 15, 2023June 15, 2023Leave a comment

This is a little newsagents on Deansbrook Road, Edgware (at the edge of Burnt Oak), near the side exit to the hospital where I was born. It’s not on a row of shops and nowhere near the parade of shops on the other end of Deansbrook, it’s surprising that it is still there. I used to pop into this shop on the way home from school, walking home with my friend Terry we would pop in here for a Mars bar or a Panda Cola, which was a generic tasting fizzy drink in a small bottle with a panda on it, that would only be about 15p (there were other ‘Panda Pops’ drinks such as orangeade or limeade, we would get hose from the school canteen at lunchtime). It’s near the corner of Fairfield Avenue. You walk up there from Deansbrook to get to the alley that leads into Edgware. Well, actually we would cut down an alley further up Deansbrook into Fairfield Crescent, before cutting into the alley to Edgware, so missing this shop entirely, but on the way home we would go this way to get a Panda Cola from this little shop. Panda Cola was all I could afford. If you came out with a Coca Cola or a Pepsi, people would look at you going, ooh look at flash bollocks there, off to his mansion.

Those alleys I mentioned a minute ago, they are still the shortest route walking from Burnt Oak to Edgware, and have been since my Mum was a girl. Despite having walked them a million times, I’m always wary. It had a dodgy reputation in the old days, you never knew who was hanging out there, and with so many dodgy people around these days (as everyone always tells me), you have to keep your eyes open. For me though I always think of one thing, a little dog called Rocky. When we were schoolkids, me and Terry would walk down the little alley, and if we were lucky, it would be empty, and we would pass through on our journey. It’s like playing an adventure game, roll a dice to test your luck. If we were unlucky, a little dog who lived in the adjoining house and whose name was Rocky (we learned from the dog’s neighbours, who went to our school) would be there at the end of the alley, he would see us and immediately give chase, forcing us up the badly-kept steps and out onto the busy Deansbrook traffic. Rocky was unrelenting. Rocky would not simply “let you pass by”. Rocky is long dead by now, but I bet his ghost haunts that alley. Terry and I still talk about him (if “do you remember Rocky” “the dog or the film” “the dog” “yeah” counts as talking about him).

50p down the market

June 13, 2023June 12, 20232 Comments

Saturday morning, London, I didn’t have any concrete plans for the day but was meeting old friends in the evening. I had the whole day to explore and sketch, but wasn’t completely sure where I’d go yet. I had a list of places I wanted to sketch on this trip, places in London that I had not been to in a very long time. I decided to head for Notting Hill Gate, and walk down to Portobello Road Market. I honestly cannot remember the last time I went there, maybe once when my wife first moved to England 21 years ago? I know I went there with my mate Terry once in about 2001. In the mid-90s I used to come to Notting Hill a lot as I had a friend who lived here, though even then I didn’t really go to the Market very often, usually because it was always so busy, and I didn’t really like crowds. Also I worked on Saturdays, didn’t I, back then? Memory fades. Still it had been a really long time since I was even last in Notting Hill, so it was an interesting experience to be back, and there is lots to sketch. First of all, the Central Line was jam packed, and everyone was getting out at Notting Hill Gate tube. Portobello Market is a really popular tourist destination, and it seemed like most of the voices I heard were Italian or American. After a little wandering about I walked down to the Market, past all the little vintage clothes stores and antique stalls and colourful shopfronts. I ate an early lunch at a place that does eggs called ‘Eggslut’ and paid like thirteen quid for a salmon and egg sandwich. Thirteen quid. Prices in England are through the roof right now. When I was a kid, my friend Terry used to help out his Grandad at Portobello Market on Saturdays, his grandad Charlie Bonello (who was Maltese and a great laugh, he used to tell us silly jokes) had a market stall down here, and there was one phrase he would always say whenever Terry would buy something his grandad thought was overpriced, he’d say “50p down the market!” So that became out catchphrase (one of them) for years since. I thought of him when I was paying thirteen quid for a salmon and egg sandwich, I could hear him telling me “Thirteen quid?! 50p down the market!” Except this was that same market. Times have changed since the late 80s, I guess.

I found a spot next to a big fruit and veg stall, overlooking the crossroads with Colville Terrace and Elgin Crescent, next to this trendy looking tea shop, and stood for a long while drawing the scene as it snaked towards me. There were a lot of people around, so I drew passers-by in that usual way, not really drawing anyone in particular but mixing and matching bits of different people as they went by. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is entirely coincidental, although someone did pass by with that exact mohawk and beard combination, so he had to go in the book (he probably wasn’t wearing a massive white shirt but I was tired and lazy with my observations. First drawing of the day, and I was tired already? Well I’d been out late the night before, but I was standing here for quite a while and my legs were hurting. My legs hurt even looking at this drawing. I didn’t want to sit, you need a better view. I coloured most of it in later (except for a few parts I’d started), but there was a lot of ink drawing to do on site, and that Fabriano watercolour sketchbook really makes your pen work on that paper. I had ‘pre-prepared’ the paper a little bit this time, adding a thin wash of paint over the pages the day before, and that helped the pen move a little bit faster but still not as smooth as in the Moleskine. Still I love to sketch a market, and now I’ve finally sketched Portobello. If you want a print of this, well it will be more than 50p down the market, I need to offset the cost of that sandwich somehow…

At the entrance of Portobello Road itself, where it curves into Pembridge Road, there’s this big yellow pub called the Sun in Splendour. I’ve never been in there actually, and didn’t on this day either, but I wanted to draw this colourful corner so I stood over by the e-bike stand on the other side of the road. The first thing I drew was the pile of orange rubbish bags on the pavement. They were soon taken by the garbage trucks. Why keep those in you ask? Well I have my reasons. Look at all the people making their way to or from Portobello Market, I didn’t colour those in as I went along, and you can see there are four people in red, almost entirely evenly spaced out, which is weird. Anyway one thing I wanted to do was try out my gold gel pen for the pub name. I did this a few times in sketches on this trip, and sometimes it didn’t really stand out as much, but in this case it did. I had to remember not to spell ‘Splendour’ in the American way. It did remind me of the sugar substitute they use in the US.

Around here, I saw a lot of references to the 1999 film Notting Hill, the one with Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts which should be considered very cheesy and a bit naff, but in fact I love that film, I’m a fan of lots of the people in it, and sure it’s definitely cheese, but who cares. I remember one night at university when I was doing drama, I wasn’t feeling that well and had worked late on drama projects, I forget exactly what we were working on, but it went on really late and I was pretty exhausted. In those days I had a very long tube journey home back from Mile End to Burnt Oak, and was not massively looking forward to it. Sometimes I would stop halfway and get out at Camden Town, and go and see a film at the Odeon on Parkway before heading back to bed. On this one night I didn’t even get to Camden, I popped into a cinema in Stepney Green (which is probably long gone) and watched Notting Hill, and I have to say it totally cheered me up. Sure that silly Elvis Costello rendition of “She” was crooning all over the place, but the soundtrack was pretty great, and I dunno, it just put me in a good mood, and I was ready and up for things again the next day. Doing a drama degree was pretty exhausting, London was pretty exhausting. In fact I went back to Mile End on this trip, visited my old university, did some sketching; more on that in a later post.

Further up Pembridge Road, the little shops lining the street up towards Notting Hill Gate are colourful and worth sketching. That fish and chip shop across the street was busy, next to a vintage clothes shop. There have always been those little shops around here. I’m not really into old clothes or fashion, with the obvious exception of football shirts, of which I’m a football fashion afficionado. I did notice that many of the people in the street were wearing light puffer jackets, it wasn’t cold but it wasn’t that warm either. I stood against an iron railing and drew them, while people sat on steps next to me eating their lunch and smoking. There seem to be a lot more smokers about, and loads more of those bloody vapers, with their little plastic vapes and huge clouds of sticky sickly vapor. At least with smokers you can see the puff of smoke coming when walking behind them, with vapers it just appears as you’re walking by and fogs up the narrow sidewalk, gross. Definitely worse than it was a few years ago. Anyway I moved down a little bit towards cleaner air and sat on some steps to add some paint. As I did, someone came up and said “this is going to be an odd question but can I film you while you draw? Just for a few seconds.” I was like, sure why not. At least you asked, which is nice, I wouldn’t really have cared. Then about five minutes later, I swear, a girl came up and said, “Do you mind if I ask you something?” I said, to her surprise, “You want to film me sketching?” “Yes!” she said, “Is that ok?” She did have her phone in her hand as if ready to shoot so it was a good guess, but I said “Sure no problem, it’s just funny ‘cos you’re the second person in five minutes to ask me!” I suppose people like to see people sketching the world. I love being a tourist.

The last thing I drew that day was an old pub I have been in before, the Prince Albert, but not since about 1997 or 1998 I think. It’s changed a lot since then, but it’s still there round the corner from Notting Hill Gate tube station. It’s pretty swanky inside with its fancy food; I popped in to use the toilet after sketching outside for a while, my legs getting very tired by this point, and ended up staying in for a pint and to add some of the colour. That red car outside, it was stopped in traffic for a little bit and I drew it very quickly, probably not very accurately but it seemed appropriate for the area. Yeah I got a pint, it was £7.10, and not that nice (I didn’t even finish it). “£7.10” I said, “50p down the Market”. Turns out £7.10 is a pretty average price for a pint in London these days, it’s gone up a lot since even last year. Everything has, food, transport, energy. It’s a good job the Buck is still strong against the Quid. There was a big screen on in the pub playing one of the play-off games, I think it was one with Notts County playing Chesterfield at Wembley for a chance to return to the Football League (wait, neither Notts County nor Chesterfield were in the Football League? I didn’t realize). I didn’t stay for the whole thing but there was a group of Aussies (in a London pub, you are never very far from a group of Aussies) watching the game and discussing their careers in the music industry, from what I could gather, I wasn’t really listening, could have been Jason Donovan for all I know. It was nice to get off my feet for a bit though. I love wandering and sketching, but you need to stop and rest. After this, I wandered Notting Hill for a bit more, walking down to the Churchill arms on Kensington Church Street, which was a pub I used to really enjoy evenings out in years ago, and is on my bucket list to draw, but I didn’t have time to sketch on this occasion. I took a quick snap (for a from-photo pub-drawing to be done later) and headed to Leicester Square where I’d be meeting up with some very old friends for an evening of dinner and drinks and laughs. It was fun to wander around this old haunt for a bit though.

sounds of the universe

June 12, 2023June 11, 2023Leave a comment

I was back in London, and back in Soho. My friend James was meeting up for a drink and to see a comedy perfomance at the Soho Theatre (Paul Currie, it was good, and very silly, and I like silly) but I was down a bit early after spending the day with my dad (which involved carrying sixteen bottles of Lucozade for him back from Iceland) (the shop not the country, though it may as well have been). A train strike which I didn’t know about made it harder for my friend James to get into London from Hemel (as it did for my old friend Francesco the next day, visiting from Leighton Buzzard; Britain has been beset with train strikes lately, I hear) so after sketching, I waited for him at The Ship, one of my favourite old pubs on Wardour Street, a few steps from here. I was actually freezing cold sketching out on the street, despite it being May and not too inclement. I was sketching on Broadwick Street, drawing an old record shop on the corner of Duck Lane that I’ve passed loads of times but never actually sketched before (nor in fact shopped in before, to my knowledge, what with not being in a place to bring records back to America that I won’t listen to, though I should spend some time in here next time). Sounds Of The Universe (https://soundsoftheuniverse.com) is an incredible name for a record shop, and they also run an independent record label out of here called Soul Jazz Records. I am so out of it when it comes to music these days, I wish I were a knowledgeable hip music listener but I’m just not. I spent a lot of time in Soho record shops when I was a teenager, but I’m a middle aged man living in Davis California now, I’m a lot less cool. Though I think I’m pretty cool with my sketchbook don’t I. I enjoyed drawing this. The pavement here is very narrow so people passing by had me scooching into the doorway a little, but that’s sketching Soho for you, that’s the experience. Across the street outside the Blue Posts, a pub I’ve draw two or three times, a bunch of suited men drinking were loudly reminding me that I don’t miss everything about Soho, but it’s all part of the fun. This particular stretch of Soho was always one of my favourites, though things have changed so much. Cowling and Wilcox the art shop is no longer there, a place I always came for pens and paints. The Ship is still here though, and when my shivering got too shaky I decided I’d done enough to this sketch, and moved into the warmth of that pub for a nice pint of London Pride (at room temperature, as it is). The Ship is still great. I snuck into a seat near the bogs to wait for my friend, and sketched some people quickly in my little book while I waited (the guy with the beard was a nice Aussie bloke with some friends, he was very pleased with the sketch). James came along, we had a really fun evening, the Paul Currie show was silly (I am still humming “I’ve Got Panda Hands” to the theme tune of Jurassic Park even now), a good night out in Soho. Welcome back to London. More to come.

norwich walk again

June 11, 2023Leave a comment

Back in the Walk. I flew back to London for a little bit, one of my oldest friends is getting married in Ireland this month (he lives in Dublin), and so he had a stag party (that’s a bachelor party to my American audience) in London a month before, which is just about enough recovery time for us forty-somethings, and so I flew out to London to take part in that. My Mum was going to Spain during the same time though, so I went a little bit earlier to spend some time with her, which meant I got a week or so in London to (a) work from home in the evenings and (b) see friends and family and (c) do lots of London sketching. So I did lots of London sketching, and as always I start at home, looking out of my old bedroom window in Norwich Walk, Burnt Oak, which is up the northern end of the Northern Line at the edge of the north part of London. Zone 4, so not that far out. Takes about 30 minutes to get to Tottenham Court Road on the tube. I always wake up early on those first few days, though after a long journey I did arrive in Burnt Oak quite late in the evening. On this particular day I did an early morning sketch as the daylight was rising in the east above Watling Park. I showed it the old fellow who lives across the street in that house. I’ve drawn this view across the street since I was a kid.

Here are a couple of drawings I did for my art homework looking across the street in the evening in (checks dates) November 1988. That was a very long time ago.

I’m not going to show all my drawings of this street but here’s another one from more recently, 2014. You will notice that in between 1988 and 2023 there was at one point one of those pointy trees growing in front of the house across the street, and another which looks like a bush standing on a pole, which have both gone now.

big time charlie

June 10, 2023Leave a comment

So King Charles got his Big Hat then. I know, I know, it’s old hat to be flippant about the coronation. Sure, it is an expensive ceremony, a chance to get all the old shiny things out and invite all the old wrinkly things in, play some music, wave some flags, interview lots of people and give Charles a massive crown. But I appreciate that this is an important moment, one that most of us have never actually seen before, given the last one was 70 years ago, and in black and white. I didn’t get up in the middle of the night to watch any of it, instead we watched a replay of the whole thing on YouTube. It was long, so of course I sketched the TV and surrounding areas while it went on. It was like watching the World Cup again, drawing my TV cabinet, writing down some of the things the commentators said. It was a historic moment, not because there was anything unexpected, maybe because there wasn’t. I really liked the music. Westminster Abbey is a stunning location visually, but aurally it’s incredible. Cathedrals tend to be, it’s one of the reasons I love cathedrals. Yes yes, Westminster Abbey isn’t a ‘cathedral’. It’s not an ‘abbey’ either, it’s a ‘Royal Peculiar’, but who is splitting hairs. I liked the bit when they were playing Holst’s The Planets, the conductor was very entertaining. All the people coming in, it was fun face-spotting, but I was mots surprised and delighted when they announced “Baroness Benjamin”, and it was Floella Benjamin! Kids TV presenter from when I was very small, I absolutely LOVED Floella, PlaySchool was my favourite program other than perhaps the Mr Men. The Round Window, all those toys like Big Ted, Humpty, and that strange little doll Hamble. I was hoping to see them at Westminster Abbey too, the PlaySchool toys, Jemima and Humpty, Big Ted and Little Ted, and Poppy (who I remember replaced Hamble), all sitting there looking out at all the royals and dignitaries. When Charles and Camilla came, I thought they looked very nervous. I imagined him talking to his plants (as he does) before the ceremony to ease his nerves, “I’ve been waiting a loooong time for this moment, my little green friend”. They got their massive crowns, Charles did that whole anointing thing, there were the ritual objects like the ‘Rod of Equity and Mercy’ and the ‘Robe of Righteousness’ – that sounds like something James Brown would wear – the ‘Rod of Jane and Freddy’ – no wait I’m mixing up PlaySchool with Rainbow now. In preparation we watched the film The King’s Speech, which is a good one. Anyway, King Charles the Third and Queen Camilla were crowned, they went back to Buckingham Palace, it was all very exciting for everyone there, and I’m glad I wasn’t in London with all those crowds. I did that last year for the Queen’s Jubilee with my Mum, who loves all of this pomp and party. I ordered her a special Coronation afternoon tea and scones set from Marks’s. Me and my wife did watch the whole thing though, all however-many-hours it was, on YouTube (I was wondering if in Shakespeare’s time they would watch coronations on ThouTube), so I’ve done my civic duty as a far-away Brit who doesn’t really mind that much. I spent the rest of the day playing Horizon Forbidden West, and packing for an upcoming short trip back over to Blighty.

chemistry latest

June 4, 20231 Comment

Here’s my latest sketch of the Chemistry Building’s redevelopment, with this bright green covering going over that newly built wing, ahead of the final cladding going on top. In fact the whole thing is covered in green now, I should do an update. The green on my page is unusually bright. I used that very strong Daniel Smith Phthalo Yellow Green paint, which glows like something out of Springfield Nuclear Power Plant. Well it is the Chemistry building. I showed this to someone and they were shocked, thinking that this would somehow be the final colour of the building. I mean, I wish more fairly conservatively designed buildings had an out of place massive neon green wing attached to them, but it’s pretty unlikely we’d do that. It is Chemisty though so it would get a, haha, reaction, geddit. I can’t wait to see the end product though, I expect it will fit seamlessly with the rest of the building.

stats and sprinkles

June 3, 2023June 4, 2023Leave a comment

At the end of April our department held its annual conference, this year titled “Advances in Statistical Data Science”. Our conferences are named in honour of Peter Hall, our former distinguished professor who very sadly passed away in 2016, at a time when he was one of the top statisticians in the world, especially in terms of number of and quality of publications. More than that, Peter was a lovely guy, I always enjoyed our chats. This conference went well (I must interject to say that while I’ve been working with statisticians for my whole career in the US, I know next to nothing about statistics and it all goes over my head), and one of my favourite parts of the weekend was when several of our alumni, who I’d not seen in a few years, came back to give talks. It was great to see them again, each of them being people I had brought into the department as new PhD students and who are now out there in the world making a difference. This was a talk given by Xiongtao Dai, and while I didn’t really understand it, I enjoyed the analogy of the sprinkle-covered donut, so I drew that. I don’t understand statistics, but I do understand donuts. (Not that I could make one; I leave that to the expert donut makers). In fact looking closely, I obviously don’t understand donuts either, because this was clearly a chocolate ball, and I even wrote that part down. This is why I wouldn’t make a good statistician, I can’t distinguish donuts from chocolate balls. This was the only sketch I did at the conference, as I was back and forth a bit to the office, or helping out there or walking the participants over to lunch, but I really enjoyed seeing everyone.

spring paintbox

June 1, 2023May 31, 2023Leave a comment

I decided to paint my current watercolour palette. I’m already thinking of changing out some of the paints. I’m using a mixture of brands, mostly Winsor and Newton Cotman, the cheaper ones with less intense colours (I always like that), a few of the Winsor and Newton Professional colours (some are a bit too bold, like Winsor Red, some work well), some Daniel Smith paints (which are mostly pretty bright, though they are often to be used sparingly because of their intensity, like the Phthalo Green) and I also have one QOR paint in there, the Ultramarine, which is intense but utterly beautiful and always looks good, especially when used in foliage against a green. Those few QOR brand paints I have are amazing. I am not a paint brand person, I don’t really go on about the perfect palette or really care too much, but I know what I need when I’m out and about, and some colours are better for certain places than others. I’m a drawer not a painter, but I use these to colour my drawings in. I really like using the Daniel Smith Manganese Blue hue for a sky, but also like a little touch of W&N Cobalt Blue in there to cool it down. I still mix up Payne’s Gray, W&N Ultramarine and Purple Lake to get my shadows, in various combinations. I’m probably gonna ditch that Hansa Yellow Deep experiment and go back to regular old Cadmium Yellow Hue. I bloody love the DS Transparent Red Oxide, which is a type of brown, and not as transparent as you’d expect, but produces an amazing colour. I’m still using those Faber Castell waterbrushes, I do have some other ones I got recently but haven’t used them as much yet. I have some regular paint brushes and a little pot of water too, but that’s more for when I’m painting at home, and I never have very good quality brushes, just a few that work ok for me. I like carrying around the little palette of 24 colours. Anyway these are my current paints, and I’ll probably change them out again next week. I just wanted to see what they all looked like on that Fabriano watercolour paper. I’d been a little concerned the colours weren’t showing up as vibrant as I’d expected on it, for whatever reason, and they do react differently than in the smoother pressed Moleskine watercolour. Anyway, that book is finished now. I still have to scan it all in though.