My visual art practice operates across several platforms and media. I write and draw comic books, make artist’s books about hope, faith and human frailty, produce large scale installations that incorporate stop-motion animations and digital print, and spend at least 50% of my waking life crocheting soft sculptures.
I love to work with small gallery shops and retailers! If you are interested in carrying my crochet work or books, please contact me via email (shannon AT shannongerard DOT org, or click the envelope icon below) for wholesale prices and policies.
After my dad and uncle had grown and moved to Canada, Gramma lived in Hawaii and often told me stories about how that was the happiest time of her life. Check her out there to the right» Babe.
She used to sing Mele Kalikimaka to us at Christmas time. Happy holidays, internet!
*Thanks to Wendy and David for the new uke!
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Last week I ate a pomegranate (a rare treat!), which brought to mind a time several years ago when I did the same with Gerald Hannon, bent over a kitchen sink, drunk to the gills, fingers gory, giggling over our palindromic names. That crisp, beautiful memory led me to googling GH, where I read that he is retiring from the sex trade. I’m sorry I missed your party Gerald, but here is a little bit of fun from me to you.
(kiss)

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When you were a kid, did you wish to get bigger as soon as possible? I remember things like wishing to grow tall enough to see over the counter at the public library, and weighing myself every day, feeling impatient to crest the 100 pound mark. I wrote letters to my future selves and sealed them in secret envelopes:
To Shannon Gerard at the Age of Sixteen.
To Shannon Gerard Upon First Kissing A Boy.
To Shannon Gerard When She Doubts of God’s Existence.
I couldn’t wait to leave the stupidities of high school behind and get on to what I really wanted to do in University— read piles and piles of novels FOR CREDIT!
Now I think what a terrible, impatient waste it was to hasten away from those shining years. I often long to go backwards— to spend again whole summers in the woods, to muck around in puddles, to seek out places in which the light is like the light was like when I was little.
Time is weird.
I once read an article in which the author suggested that, at the age of 21, our lives are conceptually half-over because our perception of time so radically shifts around the time we are sophomores. I found that idea so puzzling until I started using crochet as a research methodology.
Crochet, unlike anything else, demonstrates the perfect math of the universe. I have used it to mimic biological patterns inherent to plant life, to model human anatomy, and even to lull myself, by its soothing repetition, into a more peaceful state of mind.
Now I’m trying to crochet my mind around perceptions of time.
The above animation is a fledgling new project (still untitled) in which I’m experimenting with hyperbolic crochet, stop-motion, and narrative in an attempt to represent people’s life experiences in the form of these weird, lumpy time maps.
The details are still a bit dodgy, but I will share more as I work out the syntax of the crochet patterns with more clarity. Since I’m giving an artist talk and crochet demo at Sheridan College tomorrow, I’m throwing this first animation out into the world so I can talk about it with the students.
Yeah, time is totally weird.
Today is the first day I feel like I am getting the hang of strumming. It must be the good feeling still lingering from last week’s Book Launch. I put pictures up over at yonder Unspent Love.
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New animation at YYZ, just in time for the UNSPENT LOVE book launch!
Thanks to everyone who came out to YYZ. I had a capital evening. So many of the people I love most in this world all gathered in the same room. Some of you met each other for the first time! One of my very best friends from high school, whom I haven’t seen in about 15 years, was there! And I was introduced to quite a few new folks including one bonafide Jedi. Not too shabby.
I’m so happy to report that Conundrum Press is bustin out a paperback version of UNSPENT LOVE!
YYZ is holding a launch to celebrate it on NOV 11 (11 11 11— make a wish!)
I’ll also be showing the animated results of the wall piece at YYZ, for one night only.
And it’s a sushi party!
Read the new affordable version of my book!
See an animated wall!
Use chopsticks!
Laugh your head off!
Find true love! (And spend it all. Just go for it. Don’t hold anything in reserve for your recovery. Love like crazy.)
FRIDAY 11 NOVEMBER, 2011
7-10 PM
@ YYZ ARTIST’S OUTLET
401 Richmond Street West, Suite 140
Toronto
More info on Conundrum’s website:
http://www.conundrumpress.com/wp/?page_id=1698
More project info here:
http://unspentlove.tumblr.com/
If you’re one of them on FB, the invite is here:
UNSPENT LOVE BOOK LAUNCH on FB
Guess what!? I have a book coming out with Conundrum Press this October! A trade paperback version of UNSPENT LOVE that includes a new chapter, a new cover, and a new life as a super affordable little package of stories. Need some nudging in the old heart? UNSPENT LOVE will tap you on the shoulder, whisper in your ear, maybe even kiss you in that darling warm spot on your neck, and curl up under your pillow. Yep, it’s that kind of tender little thing. Details about the book launch SOON.
It has been so super working with Andy at Conundrum too. Look at the bio page he made this very afternoon.
Several times in the past weeks, I have been moved to tears thinking about the enormous impact of Jack Layton’s life on so many of us. He exemplified for me what it means to be a true visionary leader. Last week a colleague commented that he hopes other politicians will take note of how thirsty people are for genuine, deep connections. I wholeheartedly agree. With school starting again, I feel privileged to carry the practice of Jack’s optimism into my work and hope I can muster one fraction of the enthusiasm he had for life, the commitment he made to change, and the interest he showed in other people.
Last term, my students challenged me to learn the ukulele, and I have been practicing a little on-and-off throughout the summer. I am still quite clunky as I have no teacher but the internet (and earnestness). After standing in attendance at Jack’s funeral, and hearing Stephen Page’s rendition of Hallelujah, I was inspired to try playing it too.
This is for you, Jack. I love you. And for you, O-kids. I love you even more.
Click the bar up above to hear my broken little version.

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Almost finished another animation at YYZ before I ran out of paste and time. It will continue on the bottom right side of the wall when I can complete it Thursday afternoon. Many thanks to Simon Glass, who gave me lots of instruction and assistance with the camera settings, and to James, who helped me build the movie from my photos.
Christian Bok and Micah Lexier - Front Windows of Gallery MKG127, 2007
Toronto, Canadaphoto by whoaa buddy
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