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My Firstborn

Mary Liz Ingram —  January 26, 2013 — Leave a comment

Beginnings…there’s something about them that you just can’t forget.

I remember down to every detail, the moments when I first met each of my children. I remember the first time I met the man who has been my husband for almost 11 years.

And I remember when I drew my first pastel. It was seven years ago, and began as a doodle, just to entertain on a dull afternoon. I sketched out a picture of my first baby in black. Then I absent-mindedly added a bit of color here and there.

Congratulations all around! My firstborn pastel entered the world.

Snack Time, 8x10 pastel on newsprint

Snack Time, 8×10 pastel on newsprint

From there, I dabbled here and there and stumbled my way to my own set of pastel techniques.

If you’d like to meet my first “full color” pastel, as you might say, visit my previous post Memories.

 

My Nemesis

Mary Liz Ingram —  January 24, 2013 — 3 Comments

You know the feeling: your nemesis approaches. You want to cringe away; your eyes narrow, lips compress. Your palms might begin to sweat, or you get fidgety, anxiety rising. The dreaded moment draws near when you and your adversary are forced to interact.

It’s time I confess my greatest enemy. Continue Reading…

Such is Life, Act Two

Mary Liz Ingram —  January 21, 2013 — 2 Comments

An intermission has ended, as the routine of life has been lived another week. The audience takes a seat once more, as the curtain is raised.

The stage, reset, now reveals a sunny winter’s day at the small home on the fringes of a bustling Southern city. The young working mother takes her place in the haven of leather armchair, a brief respite from the busy game of everyday life. On stage right, the baby naps in her crib. Stage left, the other children play together in a tango of happy cooperation and bossy annoyance.

Her head resting askew upon her supportive hand, the mother reminisces upon the events of a few days past, when the city slowed to a crawl. The spotlight centers on her place, as she recalls the day when the snow began to fall. Continue Reading…

I Will Light Candles…

Morning Vigil, 6x12" pastel on card

Morning Vigil, 6×12″ pastel on card

Candles of joy, despite all sadness,

Candles of hope where despair keeps watch.

Candles of courage where fear is ever present,

Candles of peace for tempest-tossed days,

Candles of grace to ease heavy burdens.

Candles of love to inspire all my living.

Candles that will burn all the year long.

-Howard Thurman

Sunday thoughts…

Chalk on a blackboard. What images pop into your mind? Math class, handwriting lessons, doodling in the corner when the teacher wasn’t looking….

Well allow me to introduce a new image: creating a pastel painting on a black board. If you know me at all, or follow my blog, you will know I love, love, love a good black base for my pastels. Up until today, this only meant that I start with black pastel.

But today, (drum roll please…) I created my own black pastel board!

Let me walk you through the process, and show you my results: Continue Reading…

Such is Life, Act One

Mary Liz Ingram —  January 16, 2013 — 5 Comments

Last weekend was a doozie. Sunday night about pushed me over the edge.

The curtain is raised. The stage is set:

Our story begins in a small house in southern suburbia. Alas, the sweet and ever-helpful husband is out of town on business, leaving a young working mother outnumbered 3 to 1 with the children. Friday night, darkness falls Continue Reading…

If you’re a Southerner, chances are you’ve spent a long time sitting on a porch listening to stories from your grandparent or great aunt. Most likely, the respected senior was rhythmically swaying on a porch swing or a creaky rocking chair. Mosquitos were probably treating you like a buffet, and the humidity making you feel sticky.  While listening, you may have been picking at the old paint on the porch step. If you’ve been on such a porch on such a day, you’d probably already heard the story several times before, but listened patiently as it was retold yet again.

In our social-media infused, google-run, multi-tasking reality, lazy porch-sitting days require a mental switch and a physical sigh to make the transition. Continue Reading…

In Memory of George

Mary Liz Ingram —  January 13, 2013 — 1 Comment
George

George

Tonight we lost our 11-year old cat George. He was our first pet, discovered as a tiny kitten in a bush in Piedmont, Alabama the February before my husband and I were married. He leaves behind his best friend Sam, and his human family.  I drew this pastel of him as a kitten several years ago, and thought it was a fitting piece to share. We will miss our sweet George!

Long ago, in some fuzzy conversation from my past, there was a discussion about different types of people: followers, leaders and not-followers. For years, this trio of types has lingered in my mind and caused many a joke, as I can be a pretty ridiculous “not-follower.” This can be translated into my stubbornness against those newfangled contraptions or those audacious new pants…you get the idea. Can we say “hello Granny”?

Suffice it to say, I pushed against the world of tweets. It took me years to get on Facebook, a long time to buy a pair of capris back in high school, and a good while to jump onto the Harry Potter train. But I’m no stick in the mud…I just hold out long enough to be a “not follower,” aka cool and awesome. Nowadays I’m all over Facebook, I own all Harry Potter books and movies, and I flip up my jeans in the summer. And I’ve finally stepped into Twitter.

twitter snapAt first, I was nervous. I had 8 followers…why tweet? If you tweet to no one, does it make a sound? With baby steps, I began tweeting and following, and hey! I was followed back! Then suggestions began so courteously showing up in my inbox, helping me connect to more artists around the world. It was a big day to be retweeted by someone I didn’t know, and an event to reach 100 followers. In a few weeks of tweeting, I’m up to 139 followers and climbing.

I’m starting to get the hang of it, and I’ve made some novice observations:

Twitter truly is about community. It’s awesome to so easily connect with artists in France, the UK and Ontario; to connect with Sennelier and Ampersand; to tweet and be tweeted. I like to think I’m able to share my art and images of my American South. Pretty cool.

I also realize the “tweeters” I like best are the ones who seem like real people. With them, it’s not always business, not repeated tweets over and over, and by their 140 character, hash-tagged tweets, you get a sense of a personality. It makes their little photo seem like a human instead of a stock photo.

I also find I click on tweets with easy to see images, nothing I have to work too hard to view. I click on blog posts very relative to my interests. And I like to read the funnies!

So tweet with me and see what you find!

Doing a back flip

Mary Liz Ingram —  January 10, 2013 — Leave a comment

I go on and on about the glories of textured pastel paper-which I love and prefer-but sometimes, I do use a piece of “regular” pastel paper…with a twist. While I mostly use Ampersand Pastelbords and Sennelier La Carte pastel card, I often choose a sheet of pastel paper for soft subjects, like a baby’s face. However, I do NOT like the little dots that show up on most papers.

So, I just flip it over and use the back! Continue Reading…