Another post-trip sketch before I dive into the latest British vacation adventure. This was drawn on A Street in Davis – not “a street”, I mean obviously it was drawn on a street, but “A” Street, which is because the street was named after the letter A, and there’s a B, a C, a D, an E, an F, a G, the list goes on. There’s no Z Street though. Zed’s dead, baby, Zed’s dead. A Street is kind of like the A Team of streets – it backs onto the university, where students receive a “B.A.” yeah, stay with me. It’s the point where the university and the town “Face” each other, yes. Plus the other two. Since this is also the boundary where the smoke-free university ends, you’ll sometimes find a few relegated smokers sitting on the naughty step here, including occasionally a man in a bad crocodile suit with a cigar and a big grin saying something about loving it when plans come together (I made that last one up). A Street. Anyway now that’s out of the way, this is a view I have sketched before on probably more than one occasion, the building is called Guilbert House, and makes a nice sketch. Finishing a sketch like this, all in one lunchtime, is satisfying, there are different colours in play, different shapes, dark areas, interesting shadows, textures, a motorbike parked at an angle where I won’t make the wheels look all lop-sided (much), some bins conveniently in the way of the wheels of the parked car so I won’t mess those up either, and it just says old downtown Davis to me. I’m happy with how it turned out. Looking over my sketchbook sometimes I’m often a little hard on myself, sketches where I know I didn’t have enough time, or if I had to finish them later and they look a bit forced, or if I just didn’t get perspective or linework or the colours quite right, or if a subject matter clearly started to bore me mid-sketch (oh boy, does that happen sometimes). But I love it when a sketch comes together.