Kimberly loves to make things, beautiful things, useful things, things that are both (this is her blog). That might have been what most appealed to me about her when we met in college, I a coffee-swilling class-skipper, she a diligent fine arts student who would graduate magna cum laude.
|Kimberly as sacrifice, I as prophet.|
Humans need to have significant lives, and they need to do and make significant things to be fulfilled. They must make, like their Maker. This woman of mine is always making; sometimes it's a little intimidating. But things change. Our callings change; our meaningful things change; our makings change.
Shortly after we got married, Kimberly composed two pieces. The first was of me as a prophet, surround by imagery from Ezekiel 1-3. A few months later she painted herself in a brazier, being burnt up as smoke into heaven. She painted the smoke so thick she was able to scratch out verses from Scripture into it.
We had already been married for a couple of years (a couple of very rough years) when she did those pieces. She was struggling to keep up her pace as an artist, finding it especially difficult to allot time to work. This was before we had any kids! Once our oldest came along, during our fourth year of marriage, she began to realize that for a few years there would be very little "fine" art.
|A green nectarine.|
|The nectarine tree.|
All the useful things she started making became more and more beautiful.
Last year Kimberly was finally able to set aside a little studio space to do some painting. The work that began to emerge was more decorative than her earlier stuff, incorporating fabric into the paintings (see the photo at top as an example). Who knows what her works will look like when she's sixty? Right now, at thirty-two, she has a flourishing and exuberant garden of a house, with four energetic children and a loud hulking husband all contributing to the garden. That's what her work looks like: a slightly wild domesticity.
Praise to a wife who has found a way to be fruitful in every season we've encountered so far.
|The apple tree.|
Today I bought Kimberly a surprise apple tree. I didn't know it when I bought it (what, me do research?), but the apple tree turns out to be a perfect marriage tree as well. You need two of them if you expect them to bear any fruit.
I've never heard Kimberly say "cross-pollinate" quite so suggestively.