In the early- to mid-'90s, my husband, Neil, worked in San Diego, building huge ships. Often I would spend a week or weekend with him then, spending time relaxing on the beach or visiting my favorite gallery, Trios (since closed), which also sold my sculptures. One day I was hanging out at the park above the beach in La Jolla, sketching with pastels the sculpted rock cliffs. As so often happens, there were occasional curious bystanders and tourists. Most were respectful, just watched my drawing and maybe mumbled, "Very nice!" before they walked on. At one point it started raining big drops, but the sun was bright. I looked up and there were two boys, maybe 12 or 13, leaning over me from behind. They'd been scuba diving and didn't realize they were dripping on my drawing. It was easily blotted, and we had a very pleasant conversation about art.