wyatt deck (again)

October 12, 2023Leave a comment

This is Wyatt Deck, UC Davis. You may remember it from such recent drawings I did as that one of Wyatt Deck, and that other one of Wyatt Deck. I decided it needed a third sketch for some reason, and I stood in the shade next to the old Wyatt Pavilion, possibly the oldest building on campus, and drew it from this angle. I had gone over there because it was Friday lunchtime, and on Friday lunchtimes there are folk musicians that gather with their folk instruments and play folk music. I thought about drawing them, then I got a bit shy about sketching folk and thought, folk that. So I stood well away and didn’t draw any musicians (who may not have thought it was very flattering anyway). I did listen in on what they were playing for a bit (there were quite a few Beatles songs in there, which I approved of), and I thought that maybe on some other day I might bring my own instrument along to play some stuff, but if I’m shy drawing people then I’m definitely a bit shy playing music with people. So I stand off on my own as usual with my sketchbook drawing things I’ve drawn before, and that’s fine. The world is stressful, so play music, do drawings, write stories, do the good stuff.

drawing wyatt deck

October 1, 2023September 29, 2023Leave a comment

Our September ‘Let’s Draw Davis!’ sketchcrawl was held in the UC Davis Arboretum at Wyatt Deck, a favourite spot for sketching and relaxing. Several of us met up and sketched around the area, while behind us we could hear them setting up at the Gorman Museum for their grand opening day of music and dance and art, so there was a backdrop of cool sounds and singing to sketch by. It’s always better to sketch to music (good music anyway, I’m not a fan of scratchy street violinists, or those ones that bang plastic buckets, or those little accordions playing the same tune over and over that you get on the streets of Rome or somewhere). This was really good soulful music. Actually one bit did go on for quite a long time and made me think of a James Bond soundtrack, I felt like I was sketching in a spy movie. An urban sketcher would not make a good spy, we’d be too obvious, but we might make a good diversion for a spy. I’ve never been that into James Bond, to be honest. Anyway, I sketched with my Lamy fountain pen on Wyatt Deck, still getting the hang of drawing with that medium again, it’s all about decisions, art, and figuring out what you like.

I went back to the beloved brown-black uni-ball signo for the next sketches, drawing the scene above of the view across Lake Spafford towards Mrak Hall, and the former location of that lovely tree that was cut down recently. What a shame. I really wanted to draw these trees on this side of the lake, that one that is leaning right into the water for a drink next to the other one that wears its heart on its trunk, by the look of it. There were people walking by, and joggers. I did spot other sketchers too, who were not there for the sketchcrawl (or they didn’t want to do the meet-up bit; I was like that when I started). The Arboretum staff were setting up a couple of stalls with information for people visiting, stickers and maps and so on, so I had a little chat with them and got some stickers (I love a sticker).

When I was done with that sketch I wanted to draw some flowers, so I drew those red flowers was like, ok I’ve done that. I had fifteen minutes before the final meet-up so I did another one of the Wyatt Deck, and then we all met to look at each others’ sketchbooks. Always fun to see how others have drawn the same spaces, in their different styles, always something to learn. After that, my family and I went over to enjoy the Gorman Museum, before going downtown for a milkshake. That’s a nice Saturday. That evening after a rest at home I went to the Pence Gallery’s Art Auction Party; my two pieces both sold, which was great news. Then I went home and watched the Japanese Grand Prix. That’s a good Saturday.

The next Let’s Draw Davis! sketchcrawl has been set for Saturday October 14, also on the UC Davis campus but this time over by the MU; details about it are found here: https://www.facebook.com/events/703049981188081/. I’ve also put the flier in the sidebar of my blog here. If you like urban sketching and would like to draw some of Davis with us, come along!

You can see the results of the September sketchcrawl at: https://www.facebook.com/groups/LetsDrawDavis

hitting the deck

May 1, 2021May 1, 2021Leave a comment

Wyatt Deck, in the UC Davis Arboretum, is going to be refurbished. Or is it Remodeled? Or Rebuilt? Renovated, that’s the one. I couldn’t remember my “re-” word. At least it’s not “reimagined”. That’s the buzzword right now, everything is being “reimagined”. Russell Boulevard in Davis is being reimagined. The workplace is being reimagined. I’m half expecting all those celebrities from that awful video last year, when the pandemic was only a couple of weeks old, to come out with a sequel, “Reimagine”. That was terrible wasn’t it, an early embarrassing low. But while the world is reimagining reality, Wyatt Deck is being renovated and the fences have gone up already. I’ve drawn Wyatt Deck before, a few times, we’ve had sketchcrawls here. I did a two-page panoramic in 2014. This renovation will be a long project, with the two decks actually being demolished and replaced by Winter 2022. According to the Arboretum’s website, the original redwood boards are rotten and may be unsafe, and it’s not particularly accessible by modern standards. So, renovation it is. I do wish I had come in for a longer last sketch, but I always have that one from 2014 and now I have this one with the fence, which tells its own story. It’s been here for over 50 years, and is named for Fred S. Wyatt. In fact when it first opened it was called ‘Wyatt Snack Bar’. Nearby is Wyatt Pavilion, which I drew in 2016 for the UC Davis Magazine’s Art Map (it used to be a livestock judging area located over near the Silo, but was moved here and converted into a theatre on the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare’s birth; actually I went to see Richard III there in 2013). Anyway, I came down here during lunchtime when I was on campus this week (working from home I still have to come down to the office a couple of times every week; we’re planning on a full return in the Fall, but we are ‘reimagining’ how we all do things, so we’ll see what it looks like). I needed to sketch. I think I missed the window for most of the colourful plants that burst out in March and April but the weather is getting warm and May is knocking on the door. As I write, here it is; welcome in, May, it’s nice to see you. The past week was a bit crap for me, and I was feeling pretty down on Tuesday, hadn’t been sleeping much. People, again it’s people, they make things so stressful. Sketching helps, a bit. Just being on campus does too, over the past year it’s felt like a familiar place of retreat, not simply a place of work, somewhere I’m genuinely part of. So I drew this, a beloved old place I always liked going to, for the last time. And I made sure to include the fence in the foreground going right across it. A beloved old place I always liked going to, I can see it but I can’t go to it. I mean, there’s a story right there. Isn’t there just. I’d really like to get back to England some time soon, to see the family, but I can’t. This pandemic, man. I’m vaccinated now at least, but the stress involved in flying for eleven hours, and then there’s long waits at Heathrow, plus self-isolation, quarantine, and then nothing being like it was, and that’s before the emotion of family stuff. A lot of people I know have passed away since I was last there, and the world is a different place. Fences are up, more than I’ve ever known. But there is hope. We will be back on campus this Fall, we’ll make it happen, we’ll all do our part. Things will be different. Hey, that’s the point of life isn’t it, change. Eventually, the solid old wood beneath our feet starts to get rotten, things that we thought worked once need updating for a new inclusive way of living, new places are imagined, new stories not yet written. It’s going to be ok. I think it’s going to be ok.

decks appeal

July 18, 20141 Comment

And so, finally back to posting some sketches, if I can even vaguely remember what that feels like. The World Cup is over! Gone for another four years, what will we do? It’s not like there is any other football to watch in that entire time. Haha. I enjoyed going over the kits so much I may even torture you all with more, from the clubs, as many as I can possibly do. Mwahahaha. And football-puns? You ain’t, as they say, seen nothing yet. Oh, alright I’ll lay off the puns for a while, it is pre-season after all. I need to train for a few weeks to get my football-punning back up to match fitness for the new Premier League season starting in August. Expect to see me jogging around the green belts of Davis trying to make punchlines out of Pocchetino and find an angle on Van Gaal (you see? Much training needed). But in this time of world-cup-football-ness, amid all the dodgy haircuts and the acrobatic goalkeeping and the constant non-stop biting (it was only the one bite, wasn’t it?), I did manage to do some sketching. This was a panorama I did over two lunchtimes at the Wyatt Deck in the UC Davis Arboretum. Technically it was three lunchtimes but on one of them I didn’t do any sketching as I forgot my pen (doh!). I had intended to add paint to it as well but I decided I preferred it like this. I listened to a History podcast while sketching and it was a man who was a South American football historian talking (among other things) about the great Uruguay team of the 20s and 30s, the River Plate team of the 50s, and what football meant/means in terms of national identity among the nations in South America, how historically it was able to strengthen their differences while also presenting them with an opportunity to announce themselves globally (at the Olympics and later the World Cup). Very interesting. It’s funny how what you listen to when you sketch gets so involved with how you see the sketch from thereon – none of you will see any reference to Paraguay’s style of play or the founding of great Brazilian clubs by British immigrant workers in this drawing of some wooden buildings at the Arboretum, but I see those great south American football names in every line drawn. Except in the middle, which will always be about Batman, because I was listening to another podcast by that point which talked a lot about the Tim Burton Batman movie. Again, you can’t see that, but I do. Now I always wonder what was really going through artist’s minds when they were creating their work. I look at one of Mondrian’s compositions and I think, I wonder if he was thinking about getting a cat and in between colouring in those squares whether he went down to the pet shop to look at kittens, I don’t know. You don’t know. Or when Van Gogh painted that portrait of himself with no ear, maybe in fact he was listening to his annoying unemployed next door neighbour practicing their singing really badly day in, day out, and he just subconsciously painted himself with no ear without even thinking about it, you just don’t know do you. Or when Damien Hurst was putting that sheep into the formaldehyde, maybe at the same time he was listening to his favourite gardening show on the radio? And now every time he sees that sheep he keeps thinking, ooh I’d better water the petunias when I get home. You just don’t know.