sketching in the record shop

October 2, 2024October 2, 20242 Comments

This is Armadillo Music in downtown Davis, I have sketched the outside before but never sketched the interior. Well, I sketched the interior of the old store back in 2011, when I had my first art show in Davis for the Art About, but the store moved a couple of spaces up F Street to its larger location several years ago. I have been in a few times, but not really had much reason to look through records these days. When I first moved over here, my wife bought me one of those suitcase record players, and I brought over a bunch of my old records from when I was a teenager, not that many but as many as I could carry in hand luggage back in 2006 or 2007 or whenever it was. My old Beatles records I was given by my uncle Billy, largely, but also a bunch of old singles. I still think about the ones that I ended up leaving behind because I could only bring so many. But you know, I didn’t listen to them. That little record player wasn’t very good, as it was too small to play an LP without it flopping about, the speed was a bit off, and the sound from the speakers was, well it was fine but not with much depth. That record player sat in my closet for years, and the records have sat in my cupboard. My son recently started getting into music a lot, and one day came home with a vinyl album from one of his favourite singers (Laufey), so we got the little suitcase player out and he played it in the living room. Sounded alright, but right away I was online thinking, I should get a new record player.

So I bought a brand new up to date Audio Technica turntable, much smarter looking, with bluetooth capability so you can connect speakers or headphones. It connected well to my trusty little Bose speaker and sounded great. The difference is huge. However, when I was growing up I always had nice stereo speakers with my old record player, so I decided to get some new bigger and more powerful speakers too, stereo, that are both wired and bluetooth (I plug them into the record player, but I also connect my devices to them wirelessly). Not as mobile as my little Bose, but it’s for a different thing. Sure, this all takes up a bit of room that really I do not have. Space is a finite commodity in a small house, and I had to put them where I had all my sketchbooks piled up (I am in the process of finding a better storage solution for the sketchbooks, one where I can access them but they won’t get dusty). And now, I can get my old records out and play them the way I remember them sounding. It’s a bit middle-age retro of me, but it was inspired by the teenager in our family after all. I also bought it on the fifth anniversary of my uncle Billy dying, and he was the man with all the records when I was a kid, I would go over to his on a Saturday afternoon and he’d play me loads of records, then we’d go and get snacks and rent a movie and watch that until time to go home for dinner. So I was thinking of him when I finally got my record player. I realized it was the first one I’d ever got myself. My wife got me the suitcase one; my old record/tape/CD stereo system I had in England was given to me for Christmas when I was about 16, brand new at the time and the first CD player I ever had, and before that I had this massive (and practically indestructible) deck from the 60s or 70s with huge box speakers that used to make our little street rattle when I would play Never Mind The Bollocks. Sure I had the big old headphones on a coil as well but nothing like turning it all the way up, but that’s how it was in our street, we were never a quiet sleepy lane.

I won’t be turning it up to 11 nowadays. Anyway, I thought I should get a new record to christen the new player. Vinyl albums are expensive now; they were not cheap when I was a kid either, I used to go through second hand stores and car boot sales looking for my records, only buying cheaper singles from Loppylugs (my local store, where I’d spend hours), or going to the Record and Tape Exchange in Notting Hill or Camden. I never bought albums on cassette (tapes were for taping things on to!) and when CDs started to enter my life I went for them in a big way. I wasn’t really a big record collector like my uncle, and I have no intention of becoming one. I missed the vinyl format though (I still get up instinctively half way through Beatles albums to switch the side over) and the little crackle, the warm feeling. But they are heavy and take up space. Still, I wanted a record, so I popped down to Armadillo on this Saturday afternoon after drawing some trees, and spent a while flipping through the racks, like the old days. Not looking for anything in particular, just browsing. One aspect about Armadillo now is that they actually have a little bar in there now, so you can have a beer while browsing, or after browsing in my case. So I sat with a pint and sketched the store. There were some other people sat at the bar, one guy who was Arizona or Texas or somewhere was talking about eating rattlesnake in the desert, and declared loudly to his younger companions “Oh I hate Oasis, they are just a Beatles covers band!” At which I bristled, and wanted to say, “Well it’s not for you, is it” but I don’t to talk to strangers. After all, get me on the subject of, say, Phil Collins or Ed Sheeran and you’d get a much more dismissive response. I remember when I was in the surgery that time and they started playing Phil Collins, and there was not enough anesthetic in the hospital to cover that agonizing pain. But enough about that. I ended up buying a remastered version of Joni Mitchell’s album ‘Blue’ which I do have on CD, but always felt like more of a vinyl album. And it sounds great. I’ve no intention of becoming a record collector, but I will get a few albums that I’ve always wanted on vinyl (perhaps including the newly re-released Definitely Maybe) and spend a bit of time browsing in record shops. If anything, they are good subjects to sketch.

Muir Woods

October 1, 2024October 1, 20242 Comments

We went to Muir Woods, in Marin County north of San Francisco. I’ve never been there before so it was pretty cool. It’s a National Monument, so our National Parks pass got us in. I love all the Redwoods. (I don’t love John Redwood much, but he’s not a tree, he’s a Tory.) These trees are genuinely enormous. The first time I came to the US we visited Armstrong Redwoods, but haven’t been back since. I’d like to visit the Redwoods National Park, though it is quite far north near the top of California, and I’m not liking the long car rides. Muir Woods was really beautiful, though to get there you have to go up some pretty windy roads with steep drops. It’s part of Mount Tamalpais, and backs onto the Pacific, though we didn’t go down to Muir Beach. We took a long walk along the main groves, without any steep climbs, and while it was pretty busy it was still nice listening to the sounds of nature amid all the green shade. One area, Cathedral Grove, is designated a quiet path, but nobody told the people behind us who were talking very loudly. These trees are big, I wouldn’t get them upset. It all reminded me of the recent Planet of the Apes films, they were all up here weren’t they. I sketched this one big tree that had an opening in it, where people would stop and get their photos taken as if the tree was consuming them. Don’t give the tree any ideas, I say. I was inspired by all these trees though. I’ve spent the rest of September filling most of my sketchbook with drawings of trees, and once you start it is hard to stop. Each tree is different, and old, and very alive. After our walk around the woods, we drove down into Mill Valley for a smoothie, before driving around the Marin Headlands and getting some nice photos of the Golden Gate Bridge.

this side of third

September 26, 20243 Comments

I went downtown on September 11th, the flags were up to commemorate 9/11, it’s a lot of years later now but I still remember that day clearly. I was in London, day off from my full-time summer job of being a tour guide on the open-top buses in London, a couple of weeks before I was set to move to the south of France for a year. The radio when I woke up that morning was all about the economy and how we didn’t know what was going to happen less than a year into the Bush presidency, and well they weren’t wrong, they didn’t know what would happen next. It was some time in the early afternoon I think, I was listening to music in my bedroom and for some reason I decided to turn the radio back on, when I heard they were talking about the news of a plane hitting one of the Twin Towers in New York. I had just dreamed about flying over New York a few days before, having always wanted to go there. Like most people I thought it must be just a strange and terrible accident. I turned on the TV just as the second plane hit, and then knew it was something far worse. Well we all saw the rest, that horrible day etched in memory, at least those of us that were around then. The next week in London was surreal, New York being like a sister city to us, with extra security everywhere, and my bus tours were full of stranded, slightly bewildered Americans unable to fly back home. When I moved over here, 9/11 was still relatively fresh, Bin Laden hadn’t been caught yet, and over the years it’s become one of those events from the past like the Kennedy assassination, or Pearl Harbour, or Chernobyl (which along with the Challenger explosion was the big disaster event of my childhood; I had the newspaper clippings on my wall, next to posters of Michael J. Fox and Glenn Hoddle). It’s a little mind-blowing to me that this was before the memories or even births of many people I meet today, but that’s how the world works isn’t it, a lot of history happened before I was born too. Spurs winning the league for example. Anyway, enough history talk. I was downtown on this 9/11, the flags were up, and I stood on 3rd Street outside the Manna Korean restaurant (I’ve never actually eaten there) next to Zia’s Italian Deli (been in there many times, especially at Christmas for my panettone). This is a typical downtown Davis view, if I am ever to do a book this would probably go in there, this is the Davis you recognize every day.

piggies

September 25, 2024September 24, 20241 Comment

I don’t think I’ve ever drawn at the Marketplace in north Davis. That’s because it’s not very interesting, just a strip mall and a load of parked cars right in direct sunlight, though there being a couple of unusual sculptures. One of those is just outside Noah’s Bakery and Mountain Mike’s Pizza, which is of three large pink pigs dancing around. No sign of the Big Bad Wolf. Maybe I the Urban Sketcher am a Big Bad Wolf, but I just draw your house rather than blow it down. I had walked over there (not cycled, my bike as I mentioned has a flat tyre and I’ve been too lazy to do anything about it, but at least I am getting my steps in) to buy a card from CVS, probably my least favourite shop, and some chocolates from Sees, probably my most favourite chocolate shop. It was our twentieth wedding anniversary a couple of days later; we had been supposed to go away that week but ended up postponing the trip, so we went for a nice dinner instead. The trip away will be nice though. I sat in one of the very few spots of shade to draw this before going to See’s. The chocolate at see’s is available at every airport in California, but it really is great and I always bring some home to England whenever we go home, and always for anniversaries. My dad loves them; twenty years ago, just before our wedding in Vegas, my wife had given my dad his first box of See’s and he had, typically, devoured them before even looking at the label. But he really loved them, so I’ve usually brought some over for him ever since. I sat outside Jamba Juice, I had one of their smoothies, but didn’t really like being in the shop as it smelled funny. There were a couple of families sat at a table next to me outside talking about schools, reminding me of my old maxim that that overheard conversations are almost always not interesting at all. As I drew I wondered what I was drawing this for, was it to check off the Marketplace in my list of Places In Davis I Have Sketched, I’ve done that now. I knew I wanted to sketch these three pigs at some point. Apart from the tree, I pretty much lost interest in the sketch early on, and knew I would not end up colouring it in, except for the piggies, and the pizza sign. I don’t eat pork anyway, I just don’t dig on swine.

shoe business

September 24, 2024September 24, 2024Leave a comment

I like to draw shoes. They are a good subject because they stay where they are and I can draw them at home. I have been drawing my kid’s shoes since 2009, ever since the first baby shoes, which was a little slip-on with a little rocket ship on, not meant for walking in. I filled a small (very small, 3″x5″) Moleskine thin paper cahier-type sketchbook with black and white pen drawings (why? I was not yet comfortable enough with my drawings of shoes to commit to drawing anything bigger and in colour, something I grew out of very quickly). I filled Volume 1 fast enough, and for Volume 2 I chose a slightly (!) bigger book of about 5″x5″, one of the ‘Handmade’ brand of books that can take a bit of watercolour, though not as well as regular watercolour paper, but it means I can actually colour them in. It seemed a good idea at the time, drawing in a square format, because at the time the shoes were smaller. Volume 2 has a lot more pages, and so I am still in Volume 2 fifteen years into the project. These days, the shoes fill a double page spread, and that seems to be about right. I don’t draw them often, but well, here are the latest set. Some are drawn twice for different views (and because I was bored in the hot summer evenings and really wanted to draw more). Above, hiking boots from our trip to Utah last Spring break. They got very very muddy at Bryce Canyon. My attempt to clean them in our sink led to our pipes being clogged up with red Utah mud, which must have congealed and caused a blockage because when we flushed the toilet next day, all the water backed up over the floor. That is never a fun moment, but I know enough now about our plumbing (from previous times this has happened) that I was able to poke around with one of those long drainage snakes in the outside outlet to unclog it all. The joys of home ownership. Well, lesson learned, next time we will clean boots outside with a hose.

Here are two pairs of Converse shoes, one pair in light green, the other in light blue. Converse are nice shoes to draw, they aren’t covered in unusual patterns that are difficult to render in pen, and everything looks better with a big star on it somewhere. Classic designs. In fact the very first shoes of my son’s that I drew pre-dated drawing the series, and looked a bit like baby versions of these. It was part of a ‘collage’ drawing I did which I called ‘Miscellaneous Details’ (after the David Devant song) and actually sold at a gallery in Davis, the Artery. Here it is. The little shoe (Vans) was my favourite bit, with its shell-toe and velcro straps, and up to that point I think I had never drawn a shoe, so I decided to pull out all of my son’s shoes up to that point (there were only about three or four of them) and start drawing them all in order.

My Mum always used to say, get a good pair of shoes and a good bed, because if you’re not in one you’re in the other. It is also from her that I inherited the superstition about shoes on the table, you should never put a new pair of shoes on the table, it’s bad luck. New or old or not as new, just don’t take the chance with these things. I still never do. In fact, it made drawing these shoes a little tricky, as I have to put the shoes on the table to see them while I draw. I get around that with some mental gymnastics. First of all I always put a few layers between the table and the shoe – an old cereal box, a Safeway ad, the scarf I let the cats sleep on – that helps prop it up but also tricks the shoe into not realizing it’s on a table. I realize that saying that out loud sounds a bit weird, but since I’m typing it silently I’m technically not saying it out loud (just don’t tell the shoes) (I’m not saying I believe shoes are living things, but they do have soles). Also, it’s not really a table, it’s a desk, so in the court of superstitious law I think I’m in the clear. These last ones are Asics running shoes, a little bit of mud on them there which is always a sign of good use. I have never had Asics shoes myself but I appreciate the brand, because I loved their football kits in the early to mid 90s (Sampdoria, Blackburn, Newcastle, Villa, some classics, and don’t forget the flaming brilliant Japan kit of 98). Maybe I should look at some Asics running shoes myself, as I prepare for this 10k in November. Anyway shoes, until the next round.

Third and D

September 23, 20241 Comment

Another one from downtown, early September. The corner of 3rd and D streets. There’s a new Mexican restaurant called Maya’s that opened on the corner, I’ve not eaten there yet but will try it. The downtown post office is just beyond. September is already ploughing towards October. As I write, I am up late on the night before the academic year begins, and Davis will be a lot busier from now on, not a bad thing at all, though I like the quieter summer. I did go to bed early, but I could not fall asleep and was listening to an audiobook (“Good Pop Bad Pop” by Jarvis Cocker; last Monday I went to see Pulp play live in San Francisco, a thirty-year-long dream, and have been reliving all my old Pulp love since. I will write a bit more about that, as well as my thirty-year love of Oasis, now that they too are reuniting, though I won’t be going to see them). I woke up very early this morning to watch the Formula 1, the Singapore Grand Prix, and then I went on a long run of 4.5 miles, my furthest distance yet. I felt exhausted the rest of the day, but that might be the effects of getting both my Covid and Flu shots yesterday, one in each arm. I was pretty tired yesterday evening too; I went to the Pence Gallery for the annual Art Auction (one of my two pieces sold, the drawing of Denmark Street) and but I came home early, too tired to stay out. Today I ended up sleeping most of the day, anything I tried to do, whether it was drawing or writing or organizing my clothes, just knackered me out, so I slept on the couch, only waking up to put on that movie The Dark Knight, which is a good film but really is about half an hour too long. Well I’m up now, with the urge to write, but now I’m at it I can’t quite explore any thoughts. I used to keep a diary and be good about that, and it was a good place to explore ideas, but I haven’t for several years now, probably because I write really small and my eyesight’s getting worse. Anyway, here’s a sketch of 3rd and D. Maybe I should draw this scene in 3D some day.

run run run

September 21, 2024September 21, 2024Leave a comment

I’m running again. Not very fast admittedly, but longer distances than usual. I’m not sure what I’m running from; maybe I’m running towards something. Regularly enough for it to be a habit, not too regularly that I do myself an injury. I did that last year, when I overdid it training through the summer, and caused myself a leg injury not long after the Labor Day run, sidelining me for weeks. Rest days are important, kids. I am still running in my comfy Nike running shoes from a few years ago. They still give me a spring in my step, but maybe it’s time for a refresh. I ran the Labor Day Race 5k a few weeks ago; my participation medal is below. I came tenth in my age/gender category. Three minutes slower than last year, but I have not run as much this year; my last race was the 7k Lucky Run in March, and I’ve not run as much this summer. I’m a lot heavier too, carrying around all those extra thoughts I guess. Still, running is good for the head. I am preparing for my biggest challenge yet, which is the 10k at this November’s Davis Turkey Trot. All my practice runs lately have been longer than before, as I am edging towards that distance, though they are still slower pace. I can’t wait though, and would love to do it sooner, but I don’t want to sign up for a 10k in some other city on roads and paths I’m not as familiar with, the first one should be here. I know someone in England who did ten 10ks in one month earlier this year, for charity, so I’m inspired and hope this one coming up won’t be my last, unless I really hate it. Once I put my mind to something though, I can’t easily be dissuaded, I am well up for it.

I’m not going to run a Marathon, or even Half-Marathon, any time soon. In fact the only reason I would is so that I could say, “I ran a Marathon. I took so long, by the time I reached the finish line it was a Snickers.” (Another long-running gag there)

another look at the hattie weber museum

September 20, 2024September 19, 2024Leave a comment

I could have included this in the last post, but because it happened to fall into September I decided not to. I’ve drawn this before a few times (that could be the name of my book) and it is the Hattie Weber Museum of Davis, a little museum all about Davis that is in the old Library building, Hattie Weber being the first paid librarian in Davis. I feel like I am repeating myself, over and over, drawing the same buildings, writing the same words, being the same predictable person day in and day out. I always have been, I think. I mean, we probably all are, but me more than most. Maybe it’s reassuring, maybe it’s samey. My sketchbooks feel like a Museum of Davis though. Maybe that’s how I should approach the book I inevitably must write (or compile, I mean I don’t know if putting a book of drawings together is really ‘writing’). A book that shows the changes in the past two decades, both in the city itself and in my style, and maybe in me as well. You know, back then I would go to work, draw stuff, eat noodles, watch football, listen to the same three or four bands, write stuff on my blog, whereas now… Ok. I felt a bit ashamed of myself drawing this building yet again, as if I was totally out of all ideas. Let’s look for example at the previous times I have drawn it…

So this one was done in 2016, in early September. That was eight years ago, same time of year, shortly before an Election (one which I very much did not like the outcome of), drawn from a similar (but not exactly the same) angle.

Fast forward to August 2020 (another Election year, one which I liked the outcome of a lot more, but was no less stressful) but look, I am drawing on this side of the street now. Samey, predictable? Not me guv! Of course, summer 2020 was a real moment in time, wasn’t it. I drew this one for the Pence Gallery’s annual Art Auction, I think it sold. It’s probably the best one I did.

This one also sold at the Pence Gallery, back in 2011 when I had that big solo show. That was really fifteen years ago? Time flies. It’s eight years since my retrospective exhibition at the UC Davis Design Museum too. I have done a lot of drawing since then, a massive amount. But, as we’ve determined, it’s all pretty much drawings of the same thing, just later in life.

Whoah, what the flip is this? A completely different angle altogether! It’s like jazz or something. I was in the little rose garden looking north or northish. Look, there are people! I must have been in a good mood that day. It was September again, the weekend before the academic year started, out at the Farmer’s Market in 2022, the heady post-pandemic days. Two years from any Election, a completely stress-free environment, yep.

And then, back to the earliest one, May 2011, an innocent time when I was still putting little borders around my sketches, and drawing with a black Micron pen. there was an old school-bell outside the building in those days, whenever I would come downtown with my at-the-time-very-little son on the bus on a Saturday morning (the ‘real bus’, he used to call it) he would occasionally ring this bell. Anyway this is the Hattie Weber Museum over the years, but it doesn’t tell its most interesting bit of history, way before my time, when it was actually the original Davis Library, and was located in an entirely different place, at 117 F Street. They moved it here at the start of the 90s, and the museum opened in 1992. And I’m sure I’ll keep drawing it as long as I’m in Davis. I’ve just realized, I have never actually sketched inside…

a few more from August

September 19, 2024Leave a comment

When I draw I always add it to the chart I make to track all my sketches for the year, and looking at this summer it feels like I’ve drawn a lot less than usual, but it’s not really the case. The format is a bit different because of the sketchbook I am using, with the portrait pages rather than the long landscape pages, so in the way I arrange it, it looks like less. I should have done it differently, but never mind. I still have a bunch of drawings from this summer wandering about Davis over long lunchtimes on slow days, and rather than post them all individually I’ll bunch them up like I usually do with my summer sketches at this time of year. What story is there to tell other than it was summer in Davis, it was hot, I was a bit bored. So like they do in montage sequences of films, here are a few more from downtown that I drew in August. At the top, well it’s on A Street which is where downtown meets the university, and I’ve drawn this building a few times before, Guilbert House.

This one is on 3rd Street, and drawn a little differently. I have drawn this house in the background of a sketch before I think, they often have fun stuff dotted around it, I think it’s one of those student houses. Anyway I was drawn to the pedal machine thing they have on the driveway, I must have seen this at Picnic Day or around town, it says “Vibey” on it so that must be its name. I decided to do the background with only paint and no lines, for some reason, but I don’t really like that much.

This one isn’t downtown at all but very much in the heart of campus, Haring Hall, as drawn from the Silo. The ghostly phantom walking past there is to remind us that I do draw people as long as they look like the people in the road-signs at crossings. I’ve only been inside Haring Hall a few times, and that was only to visit a now-retired professor who I knew and would have to get an occasional signature from, and I always liked his office full of books and things, as a proper professor’s office should feel like. I still occasionally see him at arts events and new building openings on campus, but I do think of his old office when I look at Haring. Anyway I drew Haring in the middle of August, before you know it it’s the middle of September.

And finally, late August. I actually didn’t do much sketching in August this year, as it turns out. I’m making up for it in September by drawing loads of trees, more on that later. I have also done lots of shoe drawings (they are long and take up more space in the chart). The drawing above is of an optometrist, “Eye Sea” (eye don’t get it), I have drawn this building before but not so big. It’s an interesting shape. It’s not my optometrist, this one, I go around the corner but I did come here once many years ago, it was a different optometrist back then, because I wanted some different frames and they had a good selection. I remember I picked up a pair of ridiculously small glasses, comically small lenses. They had no rim on the bottom half, and a very thin rim on the top; I would call them my ‘Half-Svens’, because former England manager Sven-Göran Eriksson used to wear little rimless glasses, and he was pretty cool. Poor Sven; he died just two days before I drew this sketch. I must have thought about that subconsciously when I chose to draw it. I liked Sven a lot, ever since first seeing him on the pages of World Soccer in about 1991 when he was Benfica manager, I think. He didn’t look like football managers looked, certainly not English ones, and nothing like the old grizzled ones you’d see coaching the big clubs of Italy or Spain. He got around a bit, did Sven, and was much loved, the football world lost a real individual when he died. He left the world a farewell message before the cancer took him: “Never give up. Do not give up, is my message for life. And please don’t forget this: life is always, always to be celebrated.” Thank you Sven, rest in peace.

Chemistry latest – pretty much finished

September 16, 2024Leave a comment

The new quarter is upon us, it starts in a week. The quieter days of summer are over, and the busy busy is back. I’m usually well up for it, but I’ve enjoyed the slightly less stressful couple of months; the last year was a lot of work, a lot of headaches. Still, I’ll feel different when the game starts, I always do, and every year I get energized by the start of Fall quarter on campus. Here is another campus sketch from August, the latest in the new sing of the Chemistry Building, whose development and construction I have followed for about five years now. You can see all those posts by following the ‘Chemistry‘ tag. When a building gets to that end stage, it does become a lot less interesting to draw as it stops being an active moment in time and becomes its long-term self, interesting in the fact that people will come in and out a lot but there won’t be many outwardly different changes. I’ve drawn the Manetti Shrem a lot less since it was finished in 2016, and I’ve not drawn the Pitzer at all since then. Walker Hall I’ve still drawn a few times, but that building is starting to look different already as the freshly planted trees on the Hutchison side are starting to grow and break up the long expanse of architecture. I have probably got one more Chemistry sketch left in this series, the final-final-final one, but the one above is pretty much the end result already, the fences are down and the landscaping more or less done. The windows are all installed, and I think all that needs adding are the people. I wish we had a new building sometimes; ours is relatively new, having opened just a couple of months before I joined UC Davis, but growth happens. I have had a small part in drawing some maps for new rooms in existing buildings, but imagine being part of designing a completely new building, that must be exciting especially when it all opens. The Teaching Learning Complex for example, that was so fun to watch all that come together. This one has been too, and as I pass this way every day it has been easier to follow. I’m looking forward to taking a look around inside once it the new academic year starts.