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		<title>2012 CSK Illustrator Award Acceptance</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>By Shane W. Evans As I sit down to write this, I watch the sun fall below the horizon and my spirits rise. There is the sound of LIFE all around me: birds chirping, the roar of vehicles, the faint exchanges of words between neighbors, and children’s laughter in the air. I am encouraged and [...]</p><p>The post <a href="http://www.hbook.com/2012/06/authors-illustrators/2012-csk-illustrator-award-acceptance/">2012 CSK Illustrator Award Acceptance</a> appeared first on <a href="http://www.hbook.com">The Horn Book</a>.</p>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div id="attachment_14563" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 224px"><img class="size-full wp-image-14563" title="evans_shane_214x300" src="http://www.hbook.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/evans_shane.jpg" alt="evans shane 2012 CSK Illustrator Award Acceptance" width="214" height="300" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Photo: Gary Spector</p></div>
<p>By <a href="http://www.hbook.com/2012/06/authors-illustrators/a-profile-of-shane-w-evans/">Shane W. Evans</a></p>
<p>As I sit down to write this, I watch the sun fall below the horizon and my spirits rise.</p>
<p>There is the sound of LIFE all around me: birds chirping, the roar of vehicles, the faint exchanges of words between neighbors, and children’s laughter in the air. I am encouraged and thankful on this Sunday, having shared my day at a small church called True Light established by Pastor Alice directly across from my Dream Studio in Kansas City, Missouri. We thanked GOD on this day for an extraordinary community as we gathered, ALL shapes, sizes, and situations, to make a JOYFUL noise.</p>
<p>Give us this day &#8230; our DAILY bread &#8230; a prayer that I say every day, recognizing the importance of the “US” in the asking, that we all have what we need.</p>
<p>Here I am today! Again, thankful and asking that we all have the bread that we need to sustain us for this day. There are many to thank: my family, wife, daughter, mother, father, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, and community. I have been inspired through their constant encouragement, prayer, and support. I want to thank all of those who helped to make <em>Underground</em> the book that you have chosen to honor: the publisher, Roaring Brook Press; my editor, Neal Porter, a man who trusts his vision as well as the vision of the artists he works with; Rebecca Sherman of Writers House, for sharing her passion for this work and finding this story a home; ALA and the Coretta Scott King committee, for going on this journey honoring the “voice on a page” with this amazing award; and to ALL of you for honoring authors and illustrators through the reading and sharing of our books.</p>
<p>I know that many artists and illustrators work tirelessly to “get the story right” &#8230; the facts of the matter. There are details in the history (our story) that can often be traced by other voices of the past through reference and research. For this book I wanted to reach back to that “original place” in my imagination that I would grab from when I was a child. A wonderful place where I mostly like to engage in the “happier” things in life, although always knowing that imagination is not bound only to that place. I have had to imagine, as an illustrator, things not so pleasant, feelings and situations that I would like to avoid at all costs&#8230;And here I am today, because I wanted to start with “The Darkness.”</p>
<p>I imagine that in my lifetime I have had thousands of sheets of paper pass through my hands with a crayon or a pencil making a “joyful mark,” telling a story of a sun in the corner and green grass below. I have also drawn heroes who could fly through the sky with capes blowing in the wind. I suppose there is a time and a place for everything.</p>
<p>There was a day some seven years ago or so when I found myself on a train in Japan, of all places. There was something about this moment that made me say to myself, “PICK UP THAT PENCIL and DRAW&#8230;” A command to begin the journey. There are times as an artist when I have to trust the process; sort of let go and let the light shine from within, even when the subject matter is dark. As I put the pencil to the pad, I remember that feeling that I had as a child, loving the resistance, the sound, and the outcome of line, and this was happening right before my very eyes. All of the sudden on this pad of paper there was a MAN and a WOMAN and they were READY. It did not matter <em>who they were</em>. It mattered more that they were ready FOR FREEDOM! As the pages turned I really began to cheer these people on, and then I knew the reality that I would have to have them face. The hardships, the moments of despair, the ups and the downs of a LONG road that was not defined by a date in time, beginning or end. I knew that these people <em>were</em> real and that they <em>are</em> real. I have seen many people today LONGING for freedom. I have made a conscious effort to not make comparisons, so it is safe to say that there are many definitions for the word FREEDOM as every journey is distinctly different. In some way we have ALL sought freedom. Ask yourself, “What is freedom?” Many of us cannot imagine, and do not want to imagine, a place and time in which people would need to STEAL AWAY to freedom. I have to say that we do not have to look very far to see that this remains with us. The spirit of this “Underground” never died; it transformed with the times.</p>
<p>We can see, based on our own experience, when we are READY for freedom, and we will seek with our hearts first, and this will open the path. It is when the words are first spoken, “I am seeking freedom,” that you will find someone listening who is seeking the same and who might reply, “Well, I have heard of a way&#8230;” The next thing you know, you are MOVING your feet on the path to freedom. You have sought the escape and the quiet, engaged the fear, you have run, crawled, rested, made new friends along the way, lost something in the process, felt the overwhelming tiredness, and yet YOU rose like the sun, recognizing how FAR you have come to be RIGHT HERE. This is ALL of our stories. This is the American story, one that is NOT necessarily about riding off into a brilliant sunset knowing that you will be okay. Perhaps in this story just seeing that sunset on your OWN terms means more than anything else at that particular moment. So it is in many ways ironic that I set the stage for this LOVING family at the conclusion of this book facing the RISING sun, yet knowing that if I were to continue drawing the next pages there might be darkness in the ongoing struggle to true freedom. We, as illustrators and authors, often need to depict characters who experience the darkness as well as the light.</p>
<p>And here we are TODAY&#8230; together—celebrating both “The Darkness” and “The Light” inside stories. This is the reason why we are here. To celebrate the characters who are on this stage called life. All of us here today stand for our yesterdays. It is today that we can pick which page of the story we want to be on and what role we want to play in this plot. Are we seeking freedom? Are we looking to help someone to freedom? Are we looking to take someone’s freedom away? And are we seeking the light?</p>
<p>Many thousands traveled along a path we call the Underground Railroad. We may never know how each of them would describe his or her journey to freedom. Their voices were not chronicled in a book that illuminated their steps. I am certain today that I am feeling the stories of yesterday in my heart through my brothers and sisters today, both the stories of darkness and of light. The mothers who encouraged the steps, the fathers who shined a light on the path, the brothers who held their sisters’ hands, the aunties and uncles who shared a voice of guidance, the family and friends who held you up to the STARS that guided the way. We are HERE TODAY because they were READY FOR FREEDOM. I AM READY FOR FREEDOM. Thank you.</p>
<p><em>Shane W. Evans is the winner of the 2012 Coretta Scott King Illustrator Award for </em>Underground<em>, published by Neal Porter Books, an imprint of Roaring Brook Press. His acceptance speech was delivered at the annual conference of the American Library Association in Anaheim, California, on June 24, 2012. From the July/August 2012 issue of </em>The Horn Book Magazine<em>.</em></p>
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		<title>A Profile of Shane W. Evans</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2012 20:09:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>By Taye Diggs “What are you?” “What?” “What are you? Preppy, er&#8230;What’s your style?” “Uh, I don’t know, man&#8230;I’m just me.” Those were the words exchanged when I first met Shane W. Evans. It was the beginning of our sophomore year at School of the Arts in Rochester, New York. We were both transfers and [...]</p><p>The post <a href="http://www.hbook.com/2012/06/authors-illustrators/a-profile-of-shane-w-evans/">A Profile of Shane W. Evans</a> appeared first on <a href="http://www.hbook.com">The Horn Book</a>.</p>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>By Taye Diggs</p>
<blockquote><p>“What are you?”<br />
“What?”<br />
“What are you? Preppy, er&#8230;What’s your style?”<br />
“Uh, I don’t know, man&#8230;I’m just me.”</p></blockquote>
<div class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 310px"><img class=" " title="evans_studentID_300x194" src="http://www.hbook.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/evans_studentID_300x194.jpg" alt="evans studentID 300x194 A Profile of Shane W. Evans" width="300" height="194" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Shane Evans&#39;s high school ID card</p></div>
<p>Those were the words exchanged when I first met Shane W. Evans. It was the beginning of our sophomore year at School of the Arts in Rochester, New York. We were both transfers and hadn’t really gotten to know anybody yet. We became fast friends.</p>
<p>“I’m just me.” Shane has continued to live by those words, and “who he is” continues to impress me.</p>
<p>Renaissance man. A true artist, in every sense of the word. Illustrator, painter, sculptor, photographer, singer, songwriter, musician, composer…the list goes on. He’s the type of cat who just randomly picks up a guitar, and next thing you know, he’s teaching you how to play. In high school, he had never sung in front of people in his life. He auditioned for the school musical…and got the lead.</p>
<p>His hunger for life — learning new things and creating new experiences — has always inspired me. He can meet a stranger in an airport and end up being invited to the person’s wedding. It’s pretty remarkable. In this day and age when people are so wrapped up in their personal devices they don’t even have time to exchange niceties, Shane is always willing to make a connection. He succeeds.</p>
<p>I wish I knew the number of people Shane touches with his spirit and art, whether it’s through the numerous books he’s illustrated and written or the work he continues to do in Africa. His project Africa Dream has taken him to Lesotho, where he has worked with HIV positive children; to Mali, for the program Medical Missions; and to Uganda, where, in conjunction with an organization called Change the Truth, he worked with an orphanage of 150 children developing creativity through poetry, music, and art. He’s always looking to make that “connection.”</p>
<p>I’ve known Shane for almost thirty years. He is my best friend. He was the best man at my wedding. He is “Uncle Shane” to my son. I refer to him most times as “my cousin.” I often forget that we’re not actually related by blood. But we are related.</p>
<p>He is one of the most selfless, kind, even-keeled, and talented people I know. We worked on my first children’s book, <em>Chocolate Me!</em>, together. The book expresses the feelings of my five-year-old self and what it took to recognize the “sweet inside.” It was a piece that we began in college and one that stayed with us. Shane saw an opportunity to bring the story to life as an illustrator. It was a great joy to work with Shane and see the artistic style I’ve known since I was a teenager bring my story to life.</p>
<p>We will continue to discover ourselves and open doors to new adventures. I am honored to have him by my side in this world and look forward to having him by my side in the next.</p>
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<p><em>Taye Diggs is the author of </em>Chocolate Me!<em> (Feiwel), illustrated by Shane W. Evans. He is an actor whose credits include film (</em>How Stella Got Her Groove Back<em>; </em>Chicago<em>), stage (</em>Rent<em>; </em>Wicked<em>), and television (</em>Private Practice<em>). From the July/August 2012 issue of </em>The Horn Book Magazine.</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Underground is one of those books I was taken by the first time I read it, perched at the Roaring Brook booth at ALA this summer.  It’s a quiet book, but one that is worth some closer attention. The Underground  of the title is the Underground Railroad and the story is written for very young [...]</p><p>The post <a href="http://www.hbook.com/2011/12/blogs/calling-caldecott/underground-2/">Underground</a> appeared first on <a href="http://www.hbook.com">The Horn Book</a>.</p>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-8487" title="Underground cover" src="http://www.hbook.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Underground-cover1.jpg" alt="Underground cover1 Underground" width="198" height="254" />Underground </em>is one of those books I was taken by the first time I read it, perched at the Roaring Brook booth at ALA this summer.  It’s a quiet book, but one that is worth some closer attention. The <em>Underground </em> of the title is the Underground Railroad and the story is written for very young readers.</p>
<p>Each page reads like a very early reader. This is the text in its entirety: “The darkness/The escape/We are quiet/The fear/We run/We rest/We make new friends/Others help/Some don’t make it/We are tired/We are almost there/The light/The Sun/Freedom. I am free. He is free. She is free. We are free.”</p>
<p>The illustrations are equally spare and powerful. Using dark and light, Evans shows the challenges the slaves faced when they decided to escape slavery, from darkness of each night on the road to the light of freedom.  Computer-created collage (paint underneath drawings) is the chosen medium and it works well for this story.  Though most pages are a deep midnight blue, Evans places the moon and stars, a light in the window, a torch, or the sun in most spreads to remind the reader that there is always hope, even in the darkest moments. And the final pages, bathed in yellow, let the reader know that freedom has indeed been reached.</p>
<p>It’s always tough to gauge when children are ready for Tough Topics—and the history of enslaved people definitely falls into that category. Evans strikes the right balance with his spare but honest illustrations and text and in telling this difficult chapter of our history for the very young.</p>
<p>Nonfiction doesn’t fare too well in the Caldecott voting. Early readers don’t do too well either. Difficult topics rarely sport a medal. However, this in one that an adventurous committee should debate.</p>
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