You have seen glimpses of his work in other corners - but here are some better views.
I know that it has been the subject of much concern for him that he hasn't had the opportunity to pick up a paint brush (not the kind you paint walls or fences or... with!) since our first daughter was born. We moved into our home right before her arrival almost 5 years ago and every spare moment has pretty much had him working on the house.
I try and tell him that the house will be his masterpiece. His greatest work - a testament to his enormous talent. And I am serious. I know that it doesn't bring him the same satisfaction that paint on canvas does. But I think that is because, right now, he is caught up in the deadlines, in the mundane bits and pieces that have to be addressed in order to move on with it all. (Baseboards, window mouldings... Melissa , Stephanie and I have commiserated. And joked that we could start a flickr group of pictures taken in homes without baseboards!)
And I bug him (too much) that we have to keep on track. That he has to keep busy with it. I know at times I seem frustrated that things are not moving more quickly. (Yes, ahem, I can be a little, ahem, impatient...) But I do understand. And I do marvel at his abilities (woodworking, electrical, plumbing, tile work, landscaping, pool maintenance...) And I do want to see him enjoying making art again. Soon. Now. Let's try and make it so...
Our home is a masterpiece, honey. Our Home. And (soon?) it will be behind us and you will be able to sit back and say - "Look at this. I did this. This is mine."