My day started beautifully, with a bit of soft rain with the dawn, and the call of a hunting hawk in the yard. Everything is so gorgeous outside; the vines are tendrilling up high into the air, and falling back down in beautiful waterfalls. The mandevilla is flowering, the old pool is sparkling, the yard is stuffed with birds- feeders are well-stocked to help out the ones on their ways South. I no longer see many lizards; I guess they are already digging down into the dirt, starting their sleeps. I’ll miss them.
Someone emailed me yesterday to complain that there are too many beautiful pictures on our Facebook page. Someone else wrote in to say that our photographs are too distracting, because they are so colourful. Another person complained that there were too many matte beads and it put her off. This morning, I heard from someone who did not like her silvery/goldy/earthy kit colours but actually said she would rather complain and be unhappy than have a jewel-toned replacement. Can you imagine? I can’t. (Don’t worry, she isn’t getting away with it.) Someone else complained about us naming the Sixagon Chain the Sixagon Chain, as if it were a slap in the face to hexagons everywhere, and the beginning of the end of civilised mathematical discourse. (Hopefully she was joking. I think she was.)
I think it’s just something in the air. Must. Stay. Focused. But admittedly I wish the hawk would eat my email, not just devouring a dove. Never have I liked my email less than during this project. Which is odd, because it’s my favorite book I’ve ever made, and I think the best thing I’ve ever worked on.
Joe Biden eating Paul Ryan tonight would be good too. I hope he knocks it out of the park. Planning on watching?
Cate Jones, Sixagon Chain, photo by Kate