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Risk Reduction | Spinning Artwork of the Mundane

Title: Risk Reduction

This is kind of like a snapshot of my life and experiences. I really think that this is a snapshot of my soul. With many life forms swimming around and into each other and with each. I may have been those forms or maybe I knew them. Its like all of my friends from forever. But not just on this drawing, this is just a segment of the infinite picture. Pictures like the "Rooster General" and "Strange Days" really remind me of this as well. Its like my adventures through time on the mundane material platform. I can not wait to start creating painting from the transcendental platform. I tried with the Krishna painting.
The above artwork was printed on white unisex shirts and is on stock at Freedom Gifts. It is peppermint scented too, which will last a few weeks once you leave it out in the open air. If you seal it up while not wearing it, the scent will last years.

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Ink Whittling | Grant Wallace Automatism

I used to whittle with ink very often. As an artist, phases are what bring inspiration. New motivation will be found in new activities, flow, and stature. I feel the ebb and flow of my inspiration, and understand the need for fresh ideas for an artist. I like to start fast with random strokes, sometimes they can be curvy, connected, and balanced. Other time, I can start off wild and only concerned with color and rapid flicking of my wrist. I like to play with shadows and lines on the canvas. I like to incorporate things in my environment immediately, to give me that fresh new taste.
Recently I have been concerned with color, depth, and the end picture. My art usually has a multitude of different characters, animals, and people that different minds will separate and view in different ways.



Write grant@jamullah.com if interested in art, media, or automatism.

Pink Cheeks Revisited | Abstract Black and White

Title: Pink Cheeks Revisited
Artist: Grant Wallace 1989-
Copyright: Jamullah, 2010 Henry County, GA

The image was made in adobe illustrator. I opened up a image of painting I did called Pink Cheeks. I traced the image and expanded in black and white. I added a large black rectangle then arranged it to in the back, behind the artwork. I then added a little text, Jamullah.

What do you think about this artwork? What do you see?

Wise Bird, Eagle

Title: Wise Bird
Artist: Grant Wallace, 1989-
Signature: Each painting is signed “GW”
Release: June 2009
Foundry: Jamullah.com, Dekalb County, Georgia
Copyright: © 2009 Grant Wallace
Canvas size: 24×16″

Price: $250

Wise Bird,

I love your sweet browns and creamy greens, I need your red eye peering towards me. Thank you for standing tall when I had shrunk before, you are a motivation to us all. Freedom, Independece, this eagles know's truth to it's end. This day, July 4th, is a happy and somber day to know that real lives were taken for this gift of America, and real people took real action to secure our freedom. This Eagle will stand tall anywhere and always remind its viewer of truth, and wisdom.

I call this, "Pink Cheeks"

Title: Pink Cheeks
Artist: Grant Wallace, 1989-
Signature: Each painting is signed “GW”
Release: June 2009
Foundry: Jamullah.com, Dekalb County, Georgia
Copyright: © 2009 Grant Wallace
Canvas size: 30×40″

I guess there are two sides to this story.

Blown Away Smoke Shop

Brian, from Blown Away in Conyers, GA, has graciously hung two of my "new edition" original paintings. Check out their site for maps of the location and their awesome assortment of pipes and tobacco. The two paintings:

Title: No-Neck General
Artist: Grant Wallace, 1989-
Signature: Each painting is signed “GW”
Release: June 2009
Foundry: Jamullah.com, Dekalb County, Georgia
Copyright: © 2009 Grant Wallace
Canvas size: 24x16"

Price: $250

Title: Opera of Color
Artist: Grant Wallace, 1989-
Signature: Each painting is signed “GW”
Release: June 2009
Foundry: Jamullah.com, Dekalb County, Georgia
Copyright: © 2009 Grant Wallace
Canvas size: 16x24"

Price: $250

A direct approach to surrealism;
these original works promote dynamic
thought through seemingly endless flowing strokes,
and invoke a raw sense of emotion,
transcending the viewer into new,
complex visual realities.

I used an agreement from Enchanted Creek and changed a bit of it to fit my needs. If an artist, feel free to change and develop this agreement to fit your needs in consignment. Artist make deals with: gallery, stores, cafes, office buildings. Consign where you can.

Dead Head

Title: Dead Head
Artist: Grant Wallace, 1989-
Signature: Each painting is signed “GW”
Release: June 2009
Foundry: Jamullah.com, Dekalb County, Georgia
Copyright: © 2009 Grant Wallace
Canvas size: 40×30”

Price: $500

Dead Head is part of the new edition grouping, separate from the 50 paintings I created in the first couple months of my career. I am donating the remaining pieces to good people or selling at "hood" prices. I will only bring my best new edition paintings to Portland when I move. Email me about a donation, or make an offer on a painting listed on http://jamullah.com/paintings.php

Most are $200-$1000, but with the sale going on, I would accept offers as low as $60-$200. Now is the time to buy if you are in the Atlanta area.

This piece embraces the soft colors and dark background I have grown to love and admire. I see many happy and joyful creatures transforming and moving constantly in this painting. What do you see and feel?

Yummy

Title: Yummy
Artist: Grant Wallace, 1989-
Signature: Each painting is signed “GW”
Release: June 2009
Foundry: Jamullah.com, Dekalb County, Georgia
Copyright: © 2009 Grant Wallace
Canvas size: 16×20”

A direct approach to surrealism;
these original works promote dynamic
thought through seemingly endless flowing strokes,
and invoke a raw sense of emotion,
transcending the viewer into new,
complex visual realities.

Price: $200

This is called yummy for a single reason; to send subliminal messages to my girlfriend. I see romance, mouths, heads, holes, and of course, beautiful flowing strokes.

Break Up Poetry- Part 2

Read this poem to your sweetheart when she or he thinks they are winning.  This will surely let them know, you have thoughts and feelings of your own.  When things get sticky or boring, these flowing words may bring fruit to your now seemingly fruitless relationship.  I know you want to let them know, you want more.

You want more: meals, sex, clean house, respect, whatever else

"Butterfly" will put new wind into your heart(s).

"BUTTERFLY

open your eyes in the morning sun
and the pain trickles in from our previous sins
and the resin is hard to turn to love dust because its hard to swallow hard to accept
and these letters and words will do nothing but fill and feel regret
and that is what we want and because our selfishness and stubborness neither can have the flag
and by our misread captions and red thirtsty outbursts this feeling of evil and hurt feels us to the core
and im shaking and in this waking nightmare i despise the ones you put with me
and victoriously you watch me fold and break and turn my shell outwards into a trembling branch
and this branch has leaves shaking dead feelings escape and powerful wind blows my pieces to the floor
and this basin of love has depth but this river of thought has regret
and ever and forever and of yesterday i feel less for you and feel more for the rain
and those drops those forgotten tear drops and heart breaks and those geese that see the light of day
but i tuck them away
for fear of abandonment or loss of pride and i cant take the first step to fix this night
but because fingers cross and words twist and your tongue misquotes your spirit
i am left torn and gone with the wind
but this time im not free im anything but me
i can no longer see the beauty within my life- only loss
suck hole costs and tear drops from brain loss
i hate despise and counteract this thought
with a shaken dream of heart
but this heart is now gone and has been replaced with fear
and i hate this reaper of life and the immaturity that stares back at you in the mirror
i would ask you forever more- only if you would give me the door.
but the only door i see-is an exit.
will i flee?"

PS I accept no responsibility for her tears.

Barack

Title: Barack
Artist: Grant Wallace, 1989-
Signature: Each painting is signed “GW”
Release: June 2009
Foundry: Jamullah.com, Dekalb County, Georgia
Copyright: © 2009 Grant Wallace
Canvas size: 16x20”

A direct approach to surrealism;
these original works promote dynamic
thought through seemingly endless flowing strokes,
and invoke a raw sense of emotion,
transcending the viewer into new,
complex visual realities.

Price: $200

My girlfriend's father suggested I paint Obama. This is what I came up with using the surrealist automatism technique. It sure is rather nice, and the folks at artofobama thought so to.

Trembling Scene

Title: Trembling Scene
Artist: Grant Wallace, 1989-
Signature: Each painting is signed “GW”
Release: June 2009
Foundry: Jamullah.com, Dekalb County, Georgia
Copyright: © 2009 Grant Wallace
Canvas size: 30x40"

A direct approach to surrealism;
these original works promote dynamic
thought through seemingly endless flowing strokes,
and invoke a raw sense of emotion,
transcending the viewer into new,
complex visual realities.

Price: $400

Where I can see this hanging: daycare center, mexican restaurant, hotel lobby, plastic surgeon's office, construction trailer deco, smoke shops, any school (email about donating), and if I play my cards right; Michael Jackson's funeral. Seriously, I kinda see a green man doing the moonwalk, and the sensual flow reminds me of the late MJ. God rest his soul.

Break Up Poetry- Part 1

Poetry for those lost hearts out there, broken down love vehicles stranded in a barren sea of heartbreak.  I am here for you.  I feel your pain.  This poem was written in the heat of battle, when the fires were furiously raging in my brick and mortar oven of a heart.  If this is you, if your need a way to let her know your pain, read her this poem.  Look her in the eyes as you finish.  Let one tear roll down your cheek.  She will understand, now.

"oh god do i hate you
oh how i hate your investigations
your manipulations
oh evil girl with your inconsistencies
and oh evil mother with your eye peering tendencies
oh how you love your conspiracy and your fates
oh how you love to say never again its too late
oh fuck yourself these hours grow long
that i stare in your misread eyes and lies fall from your tongue
these grooves you make and these lines you create
just to get back or be better just for yourself
your enjoyment is sick your betterment of your mask is thick
everyday it becomes more and more covering up what i thought i loved before
now is left with regrets and false truths
how can i know which direction you go if youve never let me know before
these fucking days have been spent together
but i guess you spent them with wolf pack lies and i was naive to trust those eyes
oh fuck me fuck yourself these goons pretent to care
for better of yesterday oh how she hurts
the pain fills her lies with fire and her stubborn image of self has her bleeding in a corner
why cant she be happy without the lies
why cant she trust and be filled with joy without those investigative eyes
she knows something thats what she says
yea i know lets get to bed
and those evil eyes filled with someone else
she clowns this life with smiles and frowns and hopes to be seen
i see you or thought i did
i once loved you so because your tender lips did mend
now they tear and this heart is torn
because your silly games and best in class wraps have left me unknowing of my other half
who do i trust with my love
a beautiful woman
or a rat?"

P.S. If you encounter success with this method let me know.

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Life in this RV-Cold.  Lonely at times.  Lovely at times.  I am here to be educated.  by myself, by nature, by a kindred soul.  I have found a sliver of peace but a slice of restlessness.  Peace with life- restless with my life's motion.  I wish this RV could move.  But it is dead.  Sitting cold- parked at the edge of the woods.  The enchanted grove is close- my place to listen, and be heard.  Here I feel more alive- more human and less of an artist.  The moon is my friend in any hour of desperation.  My wingman when I have no words.