When I sold my last welded wire piece at our annual art exhibition...
...a man there told me he wanted a saxophone. I didn't pursue it. On principle I don't do commissioned work. An architect friend once said to me, "Richard, I design beautiful houses. But almost invariably I design a house for a man that I consider aesthetically perfect, and then the wife gets involved. She wants this change and that change until my beautiful creation has turned into such a hodgepodge compromise that I no longer want my name on the plans."
But still, I began thinking about saxophones. They have a certain aesthetic appeal; they're so complicated. So here I am, a year later, with a saxophone. The man from the exhibition may hear about it and buy it---but if not, someone will.
It was cold here last night. That Arctic blast came down across the Great Plains and down into the Valley of Mexico, over the Sierra Madre del Sur mountains and nailed us. It was 56 Fahrenheit here last night (13 Centigrade), the coldest it's been in quite a few years. We recovered though. It was 85 by 11 am. (30 Centigrade).
Richard