Remembering David Cuthbert
May 10th, 1965 - February 11th, 2025
I met David Cuthbert when he started at UCSC; the Digital Arts and New Media MFA program which I had just started working for funded his FTE and allowed the Theater department to hire a talented professional designer faculty member. We first crossed paths on the stairs of the Dean's office at Porter College. Later that week, I met with him to discuss any equipment needs he thought I should allocate our small tech budget toward. We ended up talking about theater and lighting.
Not long after, his daughter Sophia and my step daughter River had a joint first year birthday party. Maggi had helped organized a babies/mothers group, and David’s family—Sophia and Kirsten—were part of it. This pattern repeated itself: we’d be in UCSC faculty meetings, like me running the slides for portfolio review during student selection, and then we’d be side by side, taking pictures of our kids at a party.
When funding came through for the Digital Arts Research Center, David and I began meeting regularly to plan what the fledgling program would need. Initially, the architects proposed two modest research studios within the approved square footage. I suggested an alternative: one small and one large space. I ran the idea by David, and it quickly became clear—we would make a black box theater.
I remember sitting in meetings with the architects as they suggested non-theater-standard systems. David redirected them, ensuring the space would function properly. I learned so much from him during that process—his ability to navigate bureaucracy, his deep knowledge of lighting (of course), and his commitment to making things right. The reason DARC has such a functional black box theater is, in large part, thanks to David.
The kids’ birthday gatherings grew into a tight-knit group of five families. We celebrated together, and eventually, we started taking a regular December weekend trip to Pismo, near where David grew up. After I left UCSC, my connection with David remained through this group. The women were especially close, and over time, we men followed suit. Eighteen years of raising kids and supporting each other built a deep trust and camaraderie.
Parties and Pismo, CA
Camping and Lighting
About a year and a half ago David invited me to join him with his friends up in SF. A bunch of great guys, theatrical creative people, camping buddies. We started spending a lot more time together then we had in the past. Long drives to and back from SF. And camping trips where we laughed and ate, and talked theater and lighting.
We started doing more together, building furniture, having long talks about relationships, our personality quirks, his first stroke and how it affected him, how UCSC was funded and administered, the transformation of the Theater Arts department into Performance Play and Design, lighting techniques for musical and theatrical events, how to call follow spots for a show... and so much more.
During this last year and a half David has changed my life in a myriad of ways. I am now part of a giant group of talented guys making art and fellowship. I am once again finding the joy in coming together and putting on a show, rekindling something I thought was gone forever.
I have lost a very close friend. I will miss him terribly. I will miss his laugh, his smile, his curmudgeon-ness, his stories, his advice, his wisdom, his kindness, his generosity, his talent, his leadership, and his love.
I have learned much from this man. He has changed me—helped me become a better father, husband, and human.
David thank you for being such a good teacher and friend, I will always miss you.
— Lyle Troxell, the end of winter 2025

















