Kirk was commissioned at our church to create something to hang over their baptismal font. He came up with something he has never done before. I had some minor doubts but knowing that God is way bigger than any idea that Kirk could think up I knew he could deliver. Well, he delivered all right. A task that was expected to take only a day to hang turned into two and a half 18 hour days. I was so nervous with him 20 ft in the air on this scissor lift that I was in constant turmoil the entire time. I ended up staying with him the whole time. I wasn't sure if I was staying for moral support...to be the runner and get whatever he needed...be on the ground to call 911 in case he falls...or to just see how much torture I can endure. It was a very stressful week but with wonderful results.
All of these hand poured water droplets had to be strung and hung on the copper tubing that swirls around the dove. I did the stringing, Kirk did the hanging. I volunteered to stay on the ground.
This scissor lift had a chain guard that clanked every move that Kirk made. The second day at about 11 p.m. I was lying on the pews to close my eyes and was starting to get
delirious every time I heard the clanking of the chain. I was just glad that wasn't me up there.
Kirk is pretty amazing. He took an idea and made it real. It looked exactly like his model and design on paper. We had a few disasters along the way. We had some spiritual warfare that was cleared up with scripture that the boys posted all over our garage. His ideas are always in a very large scale and beautiful too. He is using the gifts that God has given to him. Sometimes I wish God gave him gifts in brain
surgery or accounting or something. But then it wouldn't be Kirk and our life would be so dull around here. I mean...what would life be without drums of liquid acrylic in the garage, paint splatter, overspray, plastic hanging from the ceiling, or a blockade in front the washer and dryer that prevents any laundry from being done. It kind of makes you look forward to the next project... Well..
How many kids can you fit in a teeny tiny room? Jared was sitting up on the table next to the pile of legos. He didn't fit in the picture. Tamar displayed her great organizational skills by containing all of the lego heads in one place. So this does prove that the boys have way too many legos. I now have proof!
Tamar and Nahlia came to visit all the way from Modesto, Calif. These are Erin's (Kirk's sister) girls. We had alot of fun. The kids did the usual swimming to stay cool, put together two puzzles, tye dyed t-shirts, stayed up way too late, made friendship bracelets ( I think I still have embroidery floss left) watched movies and talked, talked, talked. Well, maybe it was Tamar doing all the talking. Boy that girl can talk. We always enjoy their company and are never at a loss for anything to do. We love them and miss them already.
I think Victoria's little ballet class was sweet. The teacher really knew how to inspire all of the little girls to just enjoy the opportunity of dance. No pressure...just pleasure.
Kirk's airbrush class went wild experimenting with paint and getting the feel for the airbrush on these banners. Afterwards, Kirk just highlighted and did a few touch-ups. They turned out awesome. Makes you want to do it yourself. It looked like fun.
Art's Camp at church was amazingly crazy! Kirk and I taught a total of 9 classes between the two of us. There were 230 kids, and 60 classes to choose from. It was open to kids K-10th grade. At the end of the week they performed their musical called Lost at all three services. It was kind of a modern day Gilligan's Island. All of the art project were on display in the narthex. Daphne helped teach sign language, Emily helped teach the K-2nd graders all of their music, Susanna helped teach the tye dye classes with me and a build a bug class. Rachelle, Jared, Kaleb and Victoria participated and were able to choose which 5 classes they wanted to take. Since Jared refuses to sing he managed to squeeze into the tech class and got to man the spot light. It was a good job for him. I taught two more ceramics classes and Kirk taught one wood burning class, two architectural building class and two air brush classes. It was such a relief to finish the last performance on Sunday. I heard heard talk among our kids and the Dart girls that one wanted to drop their orange shirt off at the thrift store on the way home and another thought perhaps burning it would be more appropriate. The shirts were definately bright. And we have 6 of them...oh Yay...
All of these hand poured water droplets had to be strung and hung on the copper tubing that swirls around the dove. I did the stringing, Kirk did the hanging. I volunteered to stay on the ground.
This scissor lift had a chain guard that clanked every move that Kirk made. The second day at about 11 p.m. I was lying on the pews to close my eyes and was starting to get delirious every time I heard the clanking of the chain. I was just glad that wasn't me up there.
Kirk is pretty amazing. He took an idea and made it real. It looked exactly like his model and design on paper. We had a few disasters along the way. We had some spiritual warfare that was cleared up with scripture that the boys posted all over our garage. His ideas are always in a very large scale and beautiful too. He is using the gifts that God has given to him. Sometimes I wish God gave him gifts in brain surgery or accounting or something. But then it wouldn't be Kirk and our life would be so dull around here. I mean...what would life be without drums of liquid acrylic in the garage, paint splatter, overspray, plastic hanging from the ceiling, or a blockade in front the washer and dryer that prevents any laundry from being done. It kind of makes you look forward to the next project... Well..
