In the middle of preparing and getting ready to launch my new brick and mortar studio in Station North Arts District, I decided to take a day off. A friend’s birthday, a girls day out; Ocean City, MD and Bethany Beach in the off-season. It was cold rainy, warm and windy. This is what I saw.
It seems all summer I’ve been dancing a somewhat fun, but complicated dance with my business and art. I’ve been balancing wedding photography and art openings and my own personal development with family, friends and sanity. I had a successful show, Body Politic I, at the Eubie Blake National Jazz Institute and Cultural Center that ran from July through mid September. As a proud affiliate of The Black Male Identity Project, I received a grant from Baltimore Office Promotion of the Arts to present this show and programming for Free Fall Baltimore 2011.
I will have a month of programming for the month of October at the Station North Arts Cafe, located at 1816 N. Charles Street, Baltimore, MD. Please come support Free Fall Baltimore, Station North Arts and me if you are so inclined.
October 8th, Opening reception of Body Politic II, 6-8pm
October 14th, Grits and Gravy Artist Talk, 11am-12pm, Second Friday
October 19th, ‘Just Do the Work’ Business of Art Discussion, 11am-1pm
October 27th, Exhibition Closing, Spoken Word Night, 5pm-7pm
Enjoy the dance and hope to see you all soon.
Happy Anniversary to my gorgeous husband, to us.
As I sat here this morning thinking of marriage, my marriage, I was eating gourmet jelly beans and had an epiphany. Love and marriage is like a mouthful of Jelly Belly beans. You take that first bite and it’s joyous, the second is full of surprise and on it goes. Spicy, soothing, fire, coffee? I love so many things about him, about us. I try not to share too much so others won’t get jealous.
He’s the man who couldn’t wait to begin our marriage, so we preplanned our elopement. He wiped away the morning sickness, faced a choice of losing me or our unborn baby, and has encountered prejudice for loving me. He makes me cry with his tenderness and makes me proud just for being himself. I love that we fit.
so remember when we were young and we would babysit for the competitive price of $1.10 an hour? well, it took me 34 hours to buy those lee rider jeans. i used to babysit for one family. at first there was just one, and then there were three: brian, andy and lizzie. andy was the middle child. he used to call me fafi and he loved his cowboy hat, his baby sister and generally causing havoc with, and coloring on his brother with his dad’s permanent marker drafting pens. there was much soccer, a couple of kitchen fires and a few near death experiences. overall, a good babysitting adventure. i survived him and he survived me. fast forward to today. i no longer babysit and he no longer leaps from his deck trying to be a flying cowboy.
he found a beautiful bride and his best friend in julie and he is about to become a dad to olivia.
we all spent a couple of hours at Evergreen House, laughing, avoiding garden eating deer and splashing in the fountain. thank you julie and andy. i can’t wait to meet olivia.
their love story wasn’t that of a blazing river, but one that reflected them, slow, steady, true and to the point. they met at a party, that he specifically remembers. St. John’s College is where it all began. the story of lizzie & bill involves, a bit of will you go out with and let’s be friends. Then there was ‘A Goat, or Who is Sylvia?’, a declaration of love, a let’s be friends reply. their wedding was simple but generous. it was full of friends, laughter, sounds of nature and the munching of charm city cupcakes, by the dozen. it was just plain sweet.
KAFIDAMBROSI.COM is live!
While the actual building took months, this journey to the relaunching of me has taken years. It is an ongoing and fantastic journey. I hope to share more of the wonderful couples, families and projects that I’m working on currently and will be working on in the future. I’d like to say that I did it my way, on my own, but I couldn’t have done any of this without my fantastic husband Louis D’Ambrosi. He’s my hero because he allows me to fly.