Another May in Davis

July 24, 2025Leave a comment

Time to start catching up on posting my sketches, so here’s a few more from the month of the May. In the grand story of this blog, which effectively is my diary of living in Davis for all to see, it’s good to have things in order as much as possible, though the dates may not always follow one another directly. I’m not trying to tell a story out of sequence, this isn’t Pulp Fiction, though I do use a lot of Pulp Fiction references in my daily life, especially to my wife who gets them, as opposed to my teenager who definitely doesn’t. You have to be from the 90s. The 90s is My favourite version of Pulp Fiction though is the one I saw on TV in America many years ago, which had some additional scenes not in the original release, and also hilariously replaced as much of the swearing as possible, because American TV doesn’t like a swear word. Not simply muting the odd f or sh but literally replacing the words with something else. I remember they changed the odd “mf” to “my friend” or even “mama sucker” (!), but the best bit was that famous scene in the diner at the end, where Jules is yelling at Tim Roth “Tell that funky babe to chill! Chill that funky babe out! Say Babe Be Cool!” Speaking of diners, here’s one that we would swear by. This is the Black Bear Diner on the corner of B and 2nd. I drew this one lunchtime while walking back to campus, and I was taken by that sky. I stood under a tree for a bit of shade. We would go there for breakfast after doing the Turkey Trot or other runs. We’d take our son here when he was little for pancakes. I like their breakfasts (though I don’t eat bacon, ‘cos I don’t dig on swine. I wouldn’t eat the filthy mama sucker). I love their cinnamon roll french toast, covered in lashings of warm maple syrup, enough calories to last you through the winter.

This is next to Cloud Forest Cafe, with the Mustard Seed in the background. I was drawing this at lunchtime, drawn in by all that red, contrasted against all the green leaves, which you just have to imagine as being green here. In fact letting yourself imagine all the green rather than paint it in makes the red stand out a lot more. Red and green are not great next to each other (especially for those with colour vision deficiency). That said, the main reason I didn’t paint the rest is that I ran out of lunchtime and had to get back to the office. One man who had been sitting outside the cafe watching me did say to me that I should draw the building across the street, which I had actually never sketched (but have done so since). This is a more interesting view though. The red phone box is away to my right just off the page. I’ve drawn that a few times.

This one at the corner of E and 4th I did colour in. I sketched after work, it was a hot afternoon but times are stressful (work, politics, the endless news and noise cycle) and I really needed to sketch. I always need to sketch but these days more than ever. In fact I have done a lot more sketching in 2025 than in 2024. On the chart I keep I’m up to about where I was in mid-October, and it’s only mid-July, and I have a full sketching trip still planned. Almost like I need to draw to keep my mind safe. As I sketched, a man walked past wearing one of those hats, you know. He also wore a bum-bag (they call them fanny-packs here but I can’t call them that because it means something else where I’m from) made out of an American flag, so clearly going for a certain look. I don’t remember what the t-shirt said, probably something to ‘own the libs’ or whatever. No, I wasn’t gonna sketch him. I focused on listening to my audiobook instead and tried to catch the different greens on the trees. I was using a new sketchbook by this point of the month, a Hahnemuhle watercolour book, 200 gsm, I had never used one before. I like it, it’s slightly slower on the pen but not by much (I notice it when I am trying to do lots of scribbles, seems to feel like more of an effort than in the Moleskine), and it takes the watercolour really well like the Moleskine does, and more comfortable than painting in the Seawhites. That store on the corner, “Why Not Boba” is one of many boba shops that apparently the world needs so many of these days. I remember it used be where ‘Mathnasium’ was, I can’t remember what they did there but used to imagine it was a place to do mental gymnastics, but half the world are experts in mental gymnastics these days. I have never had boba tea, it’s probably nice but I won’t try new things. I’d probably make some poor Boba Fett joke that has been done a million times and walk out ashamed.

This scene is just a block away, corner of 3rd and E, looking up towards Chase Bank which is right next to Why Not Boba. I kept thinking of jokes about Bank Bobas, “hands up this is a bobbery”, but none of them were very good so kept them in my head. I decided not to colour this in, the decision was based on the fact I couldn’t be bothered. Or boba’d. The bank sign has the ‘E’ obscured, so it just says Chas. This reminded me of Chas’n’Dave. That made me think, Chas’n’Davis. I could come up with Cockney Chas’n’Davis style songs about Davis. I started with a new version of the classic ‘Rabbit’, but with ‘Boba’. “Boba-boba-boba-boba-boba-boba-boba-boba…” “You got more Boba than Nugget…” but none of it really made sense. I tried the Margate song. “Daaaaahn to Davis, you can keep yer Farmers Market, I tell that that I’d rather have a pint of boba tea down Davis in the rain.” That works slightly better, the old Courage Best words coming in, but it doesn’t rain much in Davis. I tried one of the Spurs songs. “Ossie’s goin’ to Picnic Day, His Doxie’s in the Derby,” yeah that doesn’t work. So I gave up on the whole Chas’n’Davis idea, it was rubbish. Can’t mix Cockney culture with Davis culture. Maybe it’s because I’m a Londoner. That’ll do, more Davis sketches to be posted soon. I can’t stop drawing.

crème de la crème

July 17, 2025Leave a comment

I like the little alleys that connect E Street to D Street, between 3rd and 2nd, there are little shops and cafes and narrow passages to explore. It’s a charming and shaded quarter and behind the Mustard Seed restaurant is this little store called Crème de la Crème. The lady who runs the store came out and was talking to me, she liked the sketch and I think she had heard of me and seen my other work, and she lent me a chair to sit on while I sketched. I sat for a while but ended up having to stand again, as I was losing some of my shade, and sitting changes my perspective very slightly. I appreciated the gesture though. Sometimes when I am sketching on the street I do wish someone would come along with a chair. That happened once in the Castro in San Francisco, someone just brought one out from their house for me, which was nice. I remember once in Whitechapel in London these teenage lads saw me sketching, it was a really hot day, and they decided to get me a drink from the shop, a cold bottle of Coke. I was very touched by the gesture and even drank some of it, but I don’t like Coke (I prefer Pepsi Max). I never forgot that though, it’s funny how little acts of kindness do stick with you. Anyway, I have sketched this store before, but it was a very long time ago, back in 2011 in fact. I think it was on the day of a Let’s Draw Davis sketchcrawl where I was focusing on the interstitial spaces of downtown, those areas between the streets, which are always fun to explore. That sketch is below. There is a lot more foliage around it now, the little plant pot with ‘Bonjour’ on it is still there, as are the little table and chairs. I don’t see the sign that says “Live a Good Life” any more, but I like to think that in between 2011 and 2025 I have lived a good life, so I guess I have done what it said. 2011 feels like such a long time ago. I was thinking about the early years in Davis, well before 2011, the other night and about how much I have changed and also how much I have not, because we all grow as years go by but we also shrink, in ways we might not notice. I’ve become shyer in recent years, more likely to hide away than I used to, even from people I know. I haven’t organized a sketchcrawl since last Fall, though I am planning to start organizing sketching events again this Fall. Areas like this are good places to sketch and explore. I might go back and draw from a different angle.

seven/four

July 11, 2025July 11, 2025Leave a comment

I may be up to about May with my late posting of sketches now but here’s another one from April, back on good old April the 7th, which as you all know is Independence Day in the America. The 7th of April, when everyone gets out their fireworks to scare the cats and dogs, they have hot dogs and crisps on the barbecue, and watch the foot ball, Tom Cruise’s birthday. I like celebrating Independence Day over here in the US because as you know, we don’t have one in Britain. We are kinda responsible for everyone else having one. When people here ask if we have anything like April the 7th I say, well our Independence Day was the day the Romans left. (I say ‘we’, my family’s all Irish, we grew up singing the Wolfe Tones.) I don’t really like fireworks, and I don’t eat hot dogs, and can take or leave those big corn on the cobs, but it’s fun seeing all the adverts for deals on big trucks. I used to like it though every year going up to Oregon to visit my wife’s grandma, whose birthday was the day before, and all the family would be up there, it was nice. I’d go off on the bike to Jacksonville to sketch the old buildings, then we’d have beer and barbecue outside, all the kids running around, good times. As with the rest of America we always celebrate April the 7th much later, usually in early July around the 4th, it’s traditional, probably because the weather is better and kids are out of school. You have to wait much later for the fireworks though because it has to be dark, unlike on our Fireworks Night in England, the 5th of November, when it’s dark at around 4:30 and fireworks go on for hours. My dad liked to set off some fireworks in the back yard, everyone did. I liked a sparkler, but was really careful not to pick it up by the wrong side after it went out, I never scarred my fingers but my mind was scarred by all those public service adverts about that. I remember coming through the park and some other kids shooting rockets at us from milk bottles, me and my friend running away past the tennis courts to escape. Fun times growing up in Watling Park. I’ll not forget my first November 5th in America (which over here is not until May the 11th), as it was the day we moved to Davis, and someone on TV said that November 5th was like “England’s version of July 4th”, and so I told people that yes that’s the day the Romans left. “Look to your own defence,” the Emperor Honorius told the Britons, adding “et memor esto, memor esto, quintum Novembris!”, before buggering off to fight the Visigoths. Leaving us to deal with those bloody Angles, Saxons and Jutes, comin’ over here, inventing our language. (I say ‘us’, my ancestors were all in Hibernia, probably) Anyway, this year we sat in front of the TV a lot, watching the new Captain America movie where he has a fight with the Red Hulk for some reason, and then we watched the brilliant Hamilton, from which I have learned so much American history. After visiting Washington DC and seeing all the old monuments, decorated with the very lofty ideals the nation was founded upon, and seeing the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, seeing the MLK monument and the big Lincoln on his chair, seeing the Reflecting Pond where all those civil rights marches happened, and the Washington Monument (that I know so well from that Spider-Man movie), and the poignant war memorials especially the Vietnam Memorial, and despite everything going on right now it gave me a definite feeling of pride for the country I’ve chosen and what it’s supposed to stand for, even if for some reason they celebrate 7/4 in July and not in April. I sketched the living room as we watched Hamilton (my walls aren’t blue but it seemed like a good colour to repaint them in this sketch), and our Easter basket is still there because you know it was April, and my telecaster is there for when I’m asked to play the National Anthem. And then we went to watch the fireworks from the Green Belt with all the other local families. You can hear the echo against all the buildings in north Davis, and then after the very large display ending the whole show, the car alarms all start going off. It’s not Independence Day until the car alarms go off.

celebrate davis 2025

July 10, 2025July 8, 2025Leave a comment

Every year the city holds an event called ‘Celebrate Davis’, in which loads of local businesses and organizations put up stalls at Community Park, food and drink vendors, musical performances, and then a firework show which scares our cats (we live nearby). This year they didn’t have the fireworks, much to the pleasure of the neighbourhood pets, instead having a big drone show. There was a little train for the kids to ride on, plus an inflatable forest. There was also an exhibit of classic cars by a local group of auto enthusiasts, and that’s what I was going over to sketch. It was really hot out, and I was feeling tired, but I like to sketch old cars, even though they are difficult, it’s a good challenge. I drew this blue Chevrolet ZL1, and was chatting to the owner for a bit. The car folk were a nice crowd, and very willing to share a story about their cars with people taking a look. I also drew the one below, a Chevy Camaro SS, but just quickly in pencil so it’s just the outlines, I decided not to ink and paint it.

I also drew the old red fire truck that was out in the main field. I grabbed a beer at the little Sudwerk stand (the guy selling me my beer recognized my accent as British and said he was a soccer fan (a fan of “the PreMEER League” as they say here) and I asked who. He said with a little embarrassment “Manchester United”, even after the terrible season they had been having, and I said not to worry, I am a Spurs fan and we have been even worse, but we’ll beat United in the Europa League Final (and we did). I stood and sketched the fire truck, going quickly in pencil. I like drawing things like this because it’s not just about the sketching, or the recording of an event, or even that I like fire trucks (though my teenager has long since outgrown the toddler-era delight of them, and I used to draw them back in those days for their amusement), but it’s like figuring out a puzzle, working on a bit of perspective, this goes there, that goes there, it all comes together. I sketched fast, my beer in its plastic cup was at my feet and likely to either be knocked down by the kids running around next to me, or invaded by ants who love a beer. (Do ants love a beer? I know that fruit flies like a banana but I’ll have to check on ants. I know they like the cat food, and if I leave the Nutella unguarded even with its lid on our kitchen becomes like Ant Glastonbury).

There was live music too, and while waiting for my wife to come over and join me for the drone show I sketched the band that was playing, they were very good. I think they were called ‘Immediate Spank’ and the best sketches I could get were from a distance and very very sketchy, as you see below. I was quite tired by this point, and focused on shapes and colours, the atmosphere. It’s quite fun drawing like that, but it’s also pretty much all the detail I could see. Interesting band name though. The sort of name I would forget and call something else, Immersible Tank or Immaculate Wank or something. Coming up with a band name is hard. The only band I’ve been in was at school, and we were called Gonads. That was my idea. Actually I was briefly part of another band at college which rehearsed a few times but never played, they called themselves the Lemon Sharks, but I didn’t really get on with them, I wasn’t a very good guitarist (they weren’t exactly Top of the Pops themselves) and my mates were not impressed by them, so that doesn’t count. Gonads on the other hand was chaotic fun, and we delighted in getting booed off stage every year at the big school variety show. I wish I could go back in time and sketch us, but I’d probably die of embarrassment.

And then we watched the Drone show, which was a first for Davis I think (did they have it last year? I don’t remember). We saw the drones rise from the field like an army of robots in a sci-fi film. We are very much in the future now, the idea of something like this did not exist when I first moved to America. They formed into the logo of the City of Davis, and then slowly formed into a series of other Davis related shapes – bikes, double-decker buses, a large deformed frog, it was fun guessing what was what – plus some logos of sponsoring businesses. It was fun, I enjoyed it. The fireworks are not completely going away, we still had them on July 4 (my cats hid under the couch), but this was a creative new addition to the event. After this, we took the short walk home. It’s nice living close to these events.

views of the campus (with flowers)

July 8, 2025July 7, 20254 Comments

A couple of months ago I completed a commission meant as a retirement gift for a senior administrator on the UC Davis campus, and I drew the view above of Mrak Hall, seen from the UC Davis Arboretum, with more California Poppies (and other colourful flowers) in the foreground. I was pretty pleased with how it turned out. I walked over there in the morning before starting work to map it out, and also get some photos of the building in good light with a nice reflection in Lake Spafford, and then drew it all properly at home. (I might even be in the drawing myself). I hope they liked it, I enjoyed making it. I’m not doing a lot of commissions at the moment due to being generally work busy, but I like ones like this. Besides I had just done a special retirement gift for a distinguished professor in our department, which was actually two drawings in one. The first one (see below) was another view of the Arboretum, looking over at Mrak from a different angle. I had drawn that one before and used my old photos and drawing as a reference, because I wanted to include the tree next to the water that was sadly removed a couple of years ago (and is missing from the drawing above). Of course, I wanted to frame it with colourful flowers, of which there are many in the Arboretum.

And for the second half of the piece, I drew a panorama of our very own building, the Mathematical Sciences Building, also bordered by flowers which aren’t actually there. The drawing might have springtime blooms, but I used photos and a sketch I had done in winter, because I didn;t want the building to be blocked by all the green foliage on that big tree. The big tree next to it fell in the big storms a few years ago, so I am very grateful for the continued shade of this tree, but it’s nice in winter when you can see through it. I’ve spent a lot of my life in these locations now. I’ve been in Davis nearly 20 years, an achievement in itself. Maybe I will have a party. Ok I’m not doing that, but maybe I will have a commemorative sketchcrawl in the Fall. In fact it was in December 2005 that I went on my first sketchcrawl in Davis, and I have been drawing it ever since.

bunches of flowers

July 7, 2025Leave a comment

Time for some flowers. I started drawing a lot of flowers in Spring, it felt like the right thing to do. The ones above were from a bunch of flowers I got my wife for Mother’s Day (from the local florist Strelitzia), which thankfully the cats did not eat or knock over. Drawing botanicals can be a good stress-reliever, I greatly recommend it, alternatively it can be quite stressful in which case don’t do it. The world always seems a bit nicer when there are flowers about. It’s a shame they die, but that’s life, it’s natures way. Below are some more flowers, which I drew from photos I took around Davis, and were used as borders for a special invitation flyer I made for the retirement of one of our distinguished faculty this year. Once I started drawing flowers, I could not really stop. The orange ones are California’s Golden Poppies, and the other ones are other types. I’m not exactly King of the Florists, don’t expect me to name them. Still I do like drawing these flowers in this particular style, and you never really know how it will come out, it just happens a bit organically. It is nature’s way.

davis farmers market

July 5, 20251 Comment

Still making it through the sketch backlog, here are some from the Davis Farmer’s Market in early May. (I say Farmer’s Market, but I think it might be the Farmers’ Market which actually makes more sense, as in the Market of the Farmers (plural), it’s not the market of a single farmer who owns all the stalls and controls the means of production, I’m not an economist so I couldn’t really say) (actually a quick butchers at their website shows it is simply the ‘Davis Farmers Market’ with no possessive apostrophe at all, confusing things even further, is it a place where you can go and buy various farmers? Do they all line up like the droids outside the Jawa’s Sand Crawler? “Farmer Giles, two for a pound, ger your Farmer Giles here.”) (It is a truth known to all British folk that to be a real farmer, you have to be called ‘Giles’). Anyway I went to the Farmers Market and sketched. And then bought a Farmer to put in my salad later. Not really, I don’t eat salads. This was on the hottest day of the year so far, it was a whopping 94 degrees, which is very hot for early May. It is currently early July and the weather is of a similar temperature, and I am not a fan of hot weather, but I live in the Central Valley and it’s Hot. I thought about going down to the City today because it is generally a lot cooler down there, but in the end I couldn’t be bothered. I do need to get out and sketch though. It keeps my mind off of everything. I think about apostrophes rather than catastrophes.

Let’s have a look at some of the people who were at the Farmers Market that particular Saturday. Markets are good places for quick people sketches, because they move more slowly than they do at, for example, a bus station or a 4am Black Friday stampede outside Walmart. I do tend to mix and match a bit, so you might get one person’s head and another person’s body or legs, or the t-shirt the person you have drawn was wearing replaced by that of the next passer-by with more interesting attire. (Wow that sentence was a slog wasn’t it. “You can type this sh*t George but you can’t say it.”) Then there was this couple, one of whom was definitely wearing a cape and a witch’s hat, along with a mask, and well it was more interesting than the usual khakis and baseball caps or whatever. I bet it felt hot in all that black though. Below, some more people, there’s no way that cellphone man was wearing a green t-shirt with a big white square on it, I must have seen that on someone else. I wonder what was inside the box? I can’t just make stuff up so I left it blank. These are drawn in my little Seawhite book, which is not the best for getting much bang out of the watercolour, they look a bit like dry markers. The colourfully dreessed woman at the bottom with flowers in her hat was at a stall with North African food which looked very tasty, but I have not yet tried. I was listening to a singer/guitarist next to me who was actually very good. I overheard a woman talking to him too, she was a songwriter. I like listening to people talk about song writing. It’s such a personal act of creation, and I do it myself, but I don’t share it, just my drawings. And this blog writing, which as we have determined isn’t really writing. Anyway, this also isn’t fine art drawing, just me going about with my sketchbook trying to record the real world, and this is what comes out. People passs by in the background, just a few lines and a splatter of paint, but they were real people too, now only ghosts on a page.

And then as the Farmers Market drew to a close I drew the stall with all the baskets, next to the Market Info hut. All those people lining up to ask (a) where the apostrophe is and (b) where they can buy farmers. they sell hats and t-shirts with the Farmers Market logo on (you can add your own apostrophe if you feel you need to) you can get your market goods (not farmers) specially wrapped up into a gift basket at Christmas time, which is nice. Anyway, this was me sketching at the market, and already that was two months ago. Time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana, etc. I had an overpriced chocolate croissant and went home.

hot x buns

July 1, 2025Leave a comment

I bloody love a Hot Cross Bun, and you just can’t get good hot cross buns over here. You can get warm angry rolls, and you can get heated mad muffins, and you can even get burning furious beignets, but a proper hot cross bun cannot be found. There might be things that resemble them in the stores, but nothing that actually tastes like the ones we get in England. But here are some proper hot cross buns. Well they did have some colourful dried fruit in them which I can allow because that was nice, but the rest of it tasted right and was had warned up with butter on and a nice cup of tea. Those Easter-y things that I miss so much from back home, chocolate Easter Eggs, hot cross buns, the four day weekend and people complaining about other people not appearing to celebrate it, I miss those traditions. These ones were made by a British parent my wife knows (thank you they were delicious!) that made a huge batch of them. Definitely made my Easter. One of my Easter traditions is to watch The Long Good Friday on Good Friday, the old London gangster film with Bob Hoskins. It’s a great film but when you watch it in 2025 the, er, outdated terminologies are a bit, yeah. Still, some of it was filmed at Copthall swimming pool which is where I learned to swim, dive, and talk like an east end thug. I do love a hot cross bun though. When I was a kid, I used to get a lot of big chocolate eggs at Easter, there was no shortage in my house. My dad loved them. I love a Cadbury’s Creme Egg too though unlike in America, they are an all-year item in England. I have a photo of me as a baby, literally two months old (“Peter’s First Easter” my Mum had written underneath in my photo album), with my Nan where she is feeding me a Cadbury’s Creme Egg, chocolate all over my two-month-old baby face. Different time innit, they probably thought, well it’s still an egg, sure it’s healthy. I was allowed to stay home when I was a young kid on Easter Sunday when the rest of my family went to church because I didn’t go for all that stuff, and fair play to my parents for not making me, but I had to do all the hoovering and dusting and any washing up while they were out. We would have a big Easter dinner, though often we’d have that on Easter Monday. Films like Mary Poppins or The Sound of Music were always on the TV, and of course my favourite, The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe, the old animated version which inspired me to put on a stage version when I was living in France years later. I completely missed all the religious allegories when I was a kid, and was surprised as an adult to finally make the actually obvious connections. I don’t remember any hot cross buns in it though, just some cold grumpy beavers. I’m reminded of a joke from Easter with a punchline “Hot Cross Bunnies!” but I can’t for the life of me remember the actual joke itself, one of those “what do you get if you blah blah blah blah?” jokes, and I’m happy not to actually know it, so if you remember it, please don’t tell me. I prefer living in ignorance and coming up with my own versions.