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Daybook: Reading the California Landscape. Calling All Students of Professors Laurie, Litton and McBride

In Spring 1989, my second semester into the landscape architecture graduate (MLA) program at Cal Berkeley, I took the California Landscapes seminar with professors Michael Laurie, Burt Litton, Joe McBride. Burt was the great uncle of the guy I had just broken up with, so I was hesitant about taking the class, but every MLA student I talked to who had taken the class raved about it. This guy hadn’t been super close with his uncle, so I signed up.

BEST DECISION EVER!

Professors Joe McBride, Burt Litton and Michael Laurie, first day of class

Professors Joe McBride, Burt Litton and Michael Laurie, first day of class

This course showed me my niche in landscape architecture. These three men took us out into the field to look at and draw the landscape. I learned how to read the landscape, as historical, regional and ecological text, and to see these perspectives as intertwined. They turned me on to J. B. Jackson. And we recorded our observations through watercolor/pencil field sketches, a favorite media for me. They taught us how to make notes, how to treat the field notebook as a tool for understanding place. And together, they were very funny. I loved watching Michael Laurie, the most city-adapted of the three, prepare his environment when he was called upon to sit on the ground. I could tell that drawing from just the right spot demanded great sacrifice for him. Later, when I was schooled on the creature comforts that 18th century English landscape readers enjoyed–soft velvet field stools, an assistant to carry the paints and brushes–I thought Professor Laurie was perhaps born a bit late. But he roughed it on the ground in moderately good humor. Professor Joe McBride was more of a John Muir type. He could no doubt do fine in the wilderness with nothing but a tea bag, bed roll and a few dry crackers, as long as he could be among his beloved trees. And professor Litton fell somewhere in between, a little of John Wayne sipping whiskey by the campfire, a bit of William Kent sketching beautiful images on his long trips across the more cultured landscapes of 18th-Century Europe.

sketching on the field in Northern California in the California Landscapes seminar

One of my sketches in the field on the Northern California trip in the 1989 California Landscapes seminar

Two years later, my eventually-to-be-husband and I became two of few students who ever got to go adventuring twice with the three amigos. Because the class was extremely popular, no repeats were allowed. But we both drove trucks. By agreeing to haul the gear down South, we enjoyed a journey through the California desert country. This trip deepened our mutual love of desert landscapes, so I have Laurie, Litton and McBride to thank for the family that transpired, and for our careers teaching in the desert southwest. Sadly, Michael Laurie and Burt Litton passed away in 2002 and 2007. Professor McBride is an emeritus professor at Berkeley and continues to speak for the trees.

I would love to share more sketches from anyone who took these great seminars. Send me a note and an image, and I can share them in the Daybook Series. rebecca [at] rebeccafishewan [dot] com

 

Daybook: Happy Ultimate Pi Day!: The Mathematics of Park Design

In honor of one of my favorite numbers, I’m skipping ahead in the daybooks, past my musings on Ginsberg’s poem “Howl” and my cartoon augmented scribing of Ferlinghetti’s “Pictures of the Gone World,” to the next landscape design project, a park between Lake Merritt and the freeway in Oakland. Originally designed by nature as salt marshland (unless you hark way back when the ice age had dropped sea level and this spot of land was probably oak speckled grassland, but you’d have to believe in climate change to do that), the site had experienced a number of changes over time, including conversion into a plop art park by Garrett Eckbo. The morning I walked through the park with Chip Sullivan’s design class, I didn’t know Garrett Eckbo was an uber famous landscape architect whom I would someday teach about in a landscape history course in Arizona.

That’s the thing about time. Even if you know it’s passing, you can never tell where it’s going. The future me was going to be a college professor in the desert. The present me wore leg-warmers that morning, because the air was full of cold fog and it was 1988 (who didn’t love Jennifer Beals in Flash Dance?). And the past me?

Before starting design school, I taught high school math. I spent my days waxing on about the wonders of numbers like Pi to a classroom full of fascinated teens. They were fascinated in one another, but at least they were excited. Anyhow, Pi’s irrationality is one of its charms. Another is its connection to circles. As a high school calculus student, I had written a treatise on circles (pretty sure this is a math nerd indicator). As a teen, I was fascinated by other teens, mostly my dreamy boyfriend who turned out to be a jerk, but I had some room in my thrill chamber (a math nerd means her head when using this term) for mathematical things that looked finite, but weren’t, like circles, line segments, and irrational numbers. My favorite lines of poetry as a teen were from William Blake’s “The Augeries of Innocence”:

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.

Time and space have this same bounded yet expansive quality. If you walk into a park you’ve never been to, you carry in your mind and body all the memories of other parks, and these memories color the way you experience this new environment, so you are in the past somewhere else and the present where you stand simultaneously.

For reading, Chip assigned Jorge Luis Borges’s short story “The Garden of the Forking Paths,” which I devoured. At the time, I had no idea it would inform my four book time travel/multiverse novels featuring love and pie. Back then, Borges’s story just made me think of fractals and how time can fold in on itself, like that park experience. So I tried to design a fractal park that pulled up the layered history of the landscape. Easy as pie.

This page was thoughts I had while biking, which is what I used to do when my brain got stuck in studio. I’d hop on my bike and head for the hills. The diagram is a thumbnail of the park. I tried to stuff all my math love into this one little patch of land, fractals, Tau, Pi. It was a frat party of mathiness.

A thought while biking

A thought while biking

I’d like to dedicate this post to my Great-Grandfather, John Littlewood, for having a long affair with my Great-Grandmother and passing his awesome math genes on to my Grandpa. And to my favorite math teacher of all time, Jim Kelly at Maybeck High School. These two men, one through DNA and the other through excellent teaching expanded my sense of the infinite universe.

Happy Ultimate Pi Day. See you next time it comes around. I’ll be star dust, but I’ll give you a twinkle 🙂

Daybook: Happy International Women’s Day: Project 2, The Beat Memorial Park, North Beach

So I toiled away with the clock project and then presented my design to the jury. For anyone who has never been to design school, just imagine a time when you thought you had a fantastic idea, you hadn’t eaten or slept in two days, and you shared this fabulous idea with a crowd of total strangers dressed in black. You stood, while they all sat  in chairs, yet still you felt smaller. They all wore severe expressions of bemusement, irritation and perhaps that of having smelt a foul odor. Then they talked amongst themselves, not so much about your design ideas, but about something unrelated and about them. A design jury? Same thing. Here are my notes from my first design jury ever:

I think I was too sleep-deprived and distraught from being misunderstood and undervalued for my efforts (Happy International Women's Day) to write in dialogue bubbles for these sketches.

I think I was too sleep-deprived and distraught from being misunderstood and undervalued for my efforts (Happy International Women’s Day) to write dialog bubbles for these sketches.

Only after I earned my MLA did I figure out that it helps to develop thick skin and to separate emotionally from the work. Nearly 25 years into a career as a design educator, I have yet to decide if I agree with this maxim of design, the whole professional detachment thing. Here’s a dilemma of design education: Design is a professional practice as well as a art form. Just like nurses, engineers, or any other practice, it helps if everyone uses agreed upon norms. Every profession has a box and it’s easier to be successful, if you work inside the box. So in design education, we teach people about the box. But where is free thinking in all this? I struggled with this as a design student. I still struggle with it.

On the up side, after the review, you can purge the work from your mind and move onto the next project. I was very familiar with this kind of binge/purge cycle, having spent my undergrad minoring in bulimia (I’d say majoring, but when I sought help from a doctor who specialized in eating disorders, he applied Problem Diminishment Therapy by telling me it could be worse, since there are many more young women way more active as bulimics than I was. Happy International Women’s Day).

So, on to the next project: A Beat Memorial Park. Here’s a feminist dilemma: How does a woman reconcile admiration for a literary movement that did diddly squat to address or ameliorate social oppression of women. And no fair pulling a few female Beat Poets off the shelf to argue the Beat Movement was female friendly. Now pile onto that, the question of how a female student reconciles getting the assignment to design a beat memorial park from her favorite professor, a man who adores the Beats?

This project got to the core of my lifelong quandary about gender. I love men. I love the things men do. I was a major Tom Boy as a kid. I tend to prefer doing things with dudes. My life is a litany of adventures into male-dominated worlds: SCUBA Instructor, Math major, Calculus teacher, Design Professor, most of it fun and exciting.  And yet, as a female, I have witnessed a stream of injustice and cruelty inflicted onto women by men. Inflicted onto me, onto women I know and onto women all over the world. But on the first day of the project, I was filled with the thrill that exuded from my professor as we tromped around North Beach, stood in front of an apartment building where Jack Kerouac once lived, browsed at City Lights Books, and sketched design ideas on napkins in an outdoor cafe. I had every intention of making the Beats look as awesome in my design as Professor Chip Sullivan saw them with his twinkling mind’s eye. Chip Sullivan has infectious enthusiasm for what he loves, which is why he is still at the top of my list of great teachers, even if we didn’t always love the same things. I don’t know what happened to my napkin doodles, but here’s some first musings about memorializing the Beats, with more to come next week:

I often draw my thoughts as cartoons.

I often draw my thoughts as cartoons.

Daybook: Page One, Day One of a Design Education

While I’ve kept a journal of sorts on and off since I was a kid,it wasn’t until I started graduate school in landscape architecture at U.C. Berkeley that it became my constant companion. So I’ve decided to start these weekly sketchbook shares by working through my design education. I won’t post every page, since that would be long and boring. I’ll just find the gems, all the smart things people said at Cal that I noted and the smart ass things I thought of on my own. I didn’t have much money back then, so I used what I had on hand, which was an 8.5 x 11 blank book with a dull red cover. I markered up the front to make it look more artsy, since I could tell grad school in design demanded artsy. When you open up that book, this is what greets you on page one:

Page one of my first grad school daybook, 1988

Page one of my first grad school daybook, 1988

note: I’m actually right-handed and not that buff, then, now, or ever.