It’s painful to write about San Francisco artist Shawn Whisenant in the past tense. When he passed away last month, I wrote a brief eulogy on Juxtapoz.com, but I’ve spent the last several weeks processing this brutal reality, trying to understand what it means to have a legacy as an artist.

Shawn died unexpectedly at only 32 from a health issue. The hole he left in San Francisco’s heart is unbearable for those of us who knew him and/or his artwork. He and my husband Jeff Meadows were good friends; they collaborated on many art shows and had a sign painting business together.

Even if Shawn hadn’t died, I would tell you that he was the kind of artist who championed his friends’ work and got us into art shows whenever he had an opportunity. He would be the first to let you know if he liked your work, and did the same for artists he connected with — through zines, skating and photography — all over the world. There are many art folks who never met Shawn, but traded art or worked with him in some capacity. Everyone remembers him as a rad and generous person. After some of his work didn’t sell at a show in Philly, he gifted it to the gallery owner. He was that kind of guy. My husband and I are lucky to have a small collection of his work, though it’s hard to believe it will now become scarce; he was so prolific. He produced zines steadily for years, and now some of the titles, like Sleep the Feeling Away and The Simple Things in Life are Beautiful, have become eerily poignant.

The first piece I bought from Shawn was a soft sculpture character stitched together from pieces of painted canvas. I expected it to be out of my price range. So I was shocked when he said it was $20 because it was so intricate. After clutching this little character in the days after his passing, I realized it was stuffed with feathers, and for some reason that felt meaningful. This cobbled-together, homemade toy could’ve been stuffed with any old junk, but Shawn likely took some feathers out of his own pillow to give the character volume. That’s totally something he would do. A real artist through and through, he worked with anything he could find, and his art always came first.

Shawn concentrated on intricate collage works made of things like wet paint signs and bus transfer tickets, the scraps of his beloved city. He would spend weeks sewing, holding his work together with endless, tiny, endearing stitches. When you labor over that kind of work, it’s impossible for it not to become a meditative and spiritual process. He covered some of his recent zines with the same small stitches and did other sewn works on paper. When inspecting his art closely for a tribute project, I noticed how economically he used color. A piece might look like it was ten different colors, but really it was only four. He used expert layering techniques, these teeny-tiny tedious circles, to add texture and shift the hues of the underpainting.

Shawn had graffiti roots, tagging AKO or AKAYO all over his hometown of Napa when he was a kid, and kept it up after he moved to SF once he turned 18. Over the years, he also started making paintings on paper and canvas and doing collage work; he was constantly experimenting with materials. He hustled to keep moving forward as an artist in the Bay Area, but he was also always finding a way to create community. Boosting the art of others was of equal importance to him as the promotion of his own work.

Shawn lived for the moment, working super hard to keep doing what he loved, avoiding 9-to-5 jobs and sleeping in the small back room of the Book and Job Gallery in the Tenderloin while working as an artist. He and a friend had their own art space a few years ago, 531 Gallery in Vallejo, and Shawn slept in the back room of that gallery too.

As an artist, Shawn influenced me in more ways than I ever realized. We shared a love of colorful geometry. Looking thoroughly at his work has made me consider how much artists in a community are in dialogue, influencing each other in both overt and subtle ways. It’s important to make space and time for this conversation; it helps you define your own personal vision and learn how to express it so that others can understand what you are trying to say.

He loved art and appreciated it as much as he enjoyed making his own. I’ll always fondly remember how he dressed up and wore a tie to the local exhibits of some of his art heroes, Margaret Kilgallen and Garry Winogrand. In the last couple of years, Shawn became deeply involved in photography, shooting constantly and getting really excited about film and instant cameras. As an SF street photographer, he was up there among the best of them, even though he’d only recently started exploring the medium. The empathy he had for his subjects shines through in his work, which makes it special.

He loved living in the Tenderloin and made friends with his marginalized neighbors. He chatted them up and it’s evident in his work that he took care with his subjects. As someone wrote on his Facebook page, he was a friend to all and a stranger to none. Many of Shawn’s photographs were featured throughout the years as the photo of the day on FecalFace.com, accompanied by short descriptions in his own words.

Shawn was also big into skateboarding, and did a lot of skate photography, documenting communities in which he was deeply entrenched, which made his work honest and pure.

Shawn’s legacy in art lives online and in the hundreds of unprocessed rolls of film that he left behind, which friends will be developing and exhibiting in the future. On a personal level, his legacy will live on because I will think of him every time I find some beauty in the grime of our city. Every time I see a tag or a sticker or some thoughtful photography or notice the colors of street scraps or a city worker buffing graffiti, I’ll be thinking of Shawn, because he made those things more visible to me. He made me consider their relevance to my visual culture. He also made me understand the importance of encouraging fellow creatives, and being non-judgemental about those struggling around you, whether you know them or not.

Every time I see an artist hit it big, or quit their day job, every time I drink coffee and crank out some art, every time I do something enjoyable that makes me feel life is worthwhile, I will think of Shawn Whisenant. And that’s all we can do, Shawn, is paint in your colors and think of you.

Shawn Whisenant’s work is currently on view at Empire 7 Studios in San Jose for a six-year anniversary group exhibit through May 2, 2014. Explore an archive of his work on his website, ShawnWhisenant.com.

  • Warren Whisenant

    This is so great and touching. Thank you Kristin for such a wonderful insight to who my brother was and what he believed in. I think of him every day and he will live on in all our hearts thru so many ways. -Warren Whisenant

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Kristin Farr

Kristin Farr is the creator and producer of KQED's Emmy Award-winning web video series, Art School, and she is also a contributing editor for Juxtapoz magazine. Her artwork has been exhibited at galleries around the Bay Area including YBCA, Fifty24SF, Anno Domini and The Bedford Gallery. Her FarrOut art app for iOS was released in 2013. She lives in the East Bay and her favorite color is all of them.

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