I wrote this when I was nineteen and I still go back to it when I desire some type of....insight and motivation.

Artistic Hunger.

You know those movies- the ones that happen to have an artistic character who has art like...everywhere?

I wish I was one of those folk.

I mean, I have this image in my mind of me sitting in front of an easel surrounded by many pieces of art, both finished and unfinished works with paint splattered newspaper and the smell of linseed oil in the air.

I want my own little studio apartment in a city that is NOT shameful of it's artistic talent. In a city that has art around every corner, on nearly every wall. In a city that doesn't hold sports higher than art. In a city that appreciates individual talent.

Norfolk does not have that. Does anyone know which city I'm thinking of? What city would best fit my creative desires?

I've considered New York...but it's quite too busy for me, I sometimes think.

I've considered L.A. but not very much.

I've considered even working my ass off to leave the country..but that would be scary. One day I will. I'm only nineteen. I just need the initiative.

I want to be that artist. The one in the movies. I wish to walk around a busy-but not so-city with paint splattered clothing and my beret. I want to wake up in the middle of the night- without the fear of waking anyone up- and just paint as if I've been suddenly inspired by a dream.

I want to be somewhere that I can mingle with others who hold art in the highest regard.

Where is this at for me? Is it only but a dream? Is it only just wishful thinking that will never be fulfilled?

No. That will be me one day. I just have to make it happen.

This hunger will be satiated.

Distinguishing Reconnection

So. It's been a while...as per usual. Here I am, with news. I am reconnecting with my old 'cartoony' style while merging my realistic techniques that I've 'mastered' in my way with them. Fun times.

Enjoy this old drawing in silverpoint that i've dug out of the lair. It's nostalgic in purpose.

"Where's Jackson"

This what has been keeping me busy all summer.

Where's Jackson copyright Project Lifesaver International
Illustrations copyright Yvonne M.M. Frederick

1. This is Jackson. He wandered away from home and now he's lost.

2. Jackson's mom is so worried about him. She calls the police. "Can you find Jackson?"

3. Chief Gene and the other officers run to their cars and turn on their flashing lights. "We'll find him."


4. "Where's Jackson? He's not at the park."


5. "Where's Jackson? He's not at school."

6. "Where's Jackson? He's not at the zoo."


7. "Where's Jackson? He's not at the pool."


8. It's getting dark. "Where's Jackson? He's not at the store."


9. Where's Jackson? He's not at the soccer field."


10. There's Jackson! He's in Grandma's backyard. We found him!"


11. Chief Gene and the officers drive Jackson home. But they have a special present for him."


12. "This is a wristband just for you. If you ever get lost again we'll find you quickly," Chief says. "Make sure you keep it on."


13. Now Jackson wears his wristband all the time.

It Begins.

Yeah. I haven't had a blog since xangas were popular. But lets not get into that.

I've been wanting to get an art blog for a while and since there are nifty sites like this, I figured, may as well. So, here I am.

And since most of my friends enjoy seeing my art, I figured that a blog would allow me to show the different processes of the my painting methods. Hopefully I can get started with painting tomorrow as I'm out of supplies and I don't want to show up to class completely...hopeless.

I will let you start with:


eeevawn's artist statement:

My art is the spoken word in visual form. I paint to the beat of my paintbrush on the canvas-coated drum. I like for the viewer to listen to the words unspoken, to anticipate the conversation radiating from the canvas.

I enjoy painting portraits in an illustrative fashion with the hope that the aura of the piece will flow off of the canvas like a silk scarf to accessorize and permeate the mind of the viewer be it that they are young or old.

I choose subjects who give off a particular feeling that the viewer would possibly empathize with. In doing that, I like to share a story with my art; a story in that the reader will walk away with the intent to share, thus creating the spoken word only to begin the cycle once more.

*you steal; I sue.