Balboa Park has become something of a steady date in the heat. Its shade, beauty, peace, and variety are a huge draw. Today I painted in Alcazar Garden, a formal garden with boxwood hedges and mature tropical plants.
I was setting up my easel, thinking about the possibilities, when I saw the gardener. I liked his thin shape and the colors of his vest and the blower. I began to sketch him, and as I drew, I noticed his measured way of working. Every few minutes, he would survey his work and smile a little bit. Watching him made me think about the tremendous service that he and the other park gardeners do for all of us in San Diego, and I wanted to convey this gratitude in this sketch.