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Atlanta folk artist Mr. Imagination dies

By Howard Pousner
hpousner@ajc.com

The folk artist Mr. Imagination (aka Gregory Warmack), who proclaimed a creative rebirth after he moved to Atlanta in 2009, died Wednesday.

Mr. Imagination passed away at Harbor Grace Hospice from complications of a blood infection. He was 64.

“We are going to miss his talent and dedication to the art world,” said Atlantan Paul Flack, an artist and leader of the loose confederation of self-taught artists Who-Ha Da-da ( www.whohadada.com/blog.)

>>>Here is a link to Michelle E. Shaw’s AJC obituary: http://www.ajc.com/news/gregory-warmack-64-called-1450229.html

>>>And here is an interview with Mr. Imagination by former AJC arts editor Eileen Drennen that appeared last year as the artist was about to open his first major Atlanta exhibit at Barbara Archer Gallery…
Folk artist Mr. Imagination ”is about to rise” again

By Eileen Drennen / For the AJC
5:47 p.m. Thursday, February 3, 2011

“Wait right here,” Mr. Imagination says before ducking back into the dark, art-choked living room of his compact ranch, in the northwest Atlanta neighborhood of Riverside.

The renowned visionary artist emerges into bright sunlight with three blackened sticks and a reverent smile. With the air of a weathered rock star — black beret, lots of silver rings, a goatee he sometimes braids with copper wire — he looks barely 50, much less 62.

“These are the first three bottle-cap staffs I ever made,” he says of the singed metal-and-wood pieces. “They had been in my first show at Carl Hammer [Gallery in Chicago]. I managed to save them from the fire. They were stuck to the floor in a cube of ice. Had to use a crowbar to get them out.”

The man whom Rebecca Huffberger — founder and director of the American Visionary Art Museum – calls “one of the supreme practitioner of visionary art” in the world has earned a reputation as a genius of creative reuse, deeply original, highly prolific, a model of perseverance.

His works have traveled the globe and landed in permanent collections at the Smithsonian American Art Museum and the American Visionary Art Museum in Baltimore. While Atlantans may recall the 11-foot Coke bottle he decorated for the 1996 Olympics, or have seen one of his large installations at House of Blues locations in Las Vegas, Chicago or Orlando, they may not know he moved here just over two years ago, and makes his grand local debut in a show at Barbara Archer Gallery on Feb. 17.

With it, the much-loved artist who defies most self-taught artist stereotypes — he’s from the urban North, a seasoned networker and famously gregarious — hopes to let the art world know he’s back, stronger than ever.

For while he’s made a nice living in the transformation business for decades by taking the castoffs of others — industrial sandstone, old bottle caps, paintbrushes, wood and cement — and turning them into big-ticket works of art, these past few years have challenged even his relentless optimism. His latest body of work isn’t so much centered around reclaiming what others had thrown away as it is salvaging what pieces of his own art survived a devastating 2008 house fire — and finding new life in them.

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It was three years ago last month that Gregory “Mr. Imagination” Warmack faced the latest in a long line of epic tragedies, when his home and studio in Bethlehem, Penn., caught fire while he was away. By the time he got back, he was met with the blackened remains of a life he’d spent decades building: art made by himself and others, collections of books and artifacts, and the charred and frozen bodies of his dog Pharaoh and several cats. Friends from all over the world responded with benefits and offers of help. But the scale of the loss, and his conviction that some “so-called friends” had stolen work before he got back to town, sent him into a tailspin.

His favorite number is three, he says, lining up yet another trio of rescued remains — three charred cans of spray paint — along a porch railing. Past, present and future; life, death, rebirth.

His story can be told in three parts, the first and longest in Chicago, where he was born and raised, recovered from a gunshot wound and a coma, and made a name for himself his as a gifted artist and teacher. Industrial sandstone, in which he carved faces, figures and names, was where he started; worldwide fame came courtesy of his bottle-cap creations — giant thrones and mirrors and even a hat and suit of his own clothes.

The second starts in 2001, when his brother died. He left Chicago for Pennsylvania, where he built new networks, turned his home-studio into a community arts center and traveled far and wide, teaching workshops and making art. Then that world went up in flames.

In the spring of 2009, he moved to Atlanta, certain the city’s rising Phoenix was a sign. Fellow artist and Riverside neighbor Lake Sirmon, who’d known him from Chicago, had been after him to move South.

After the fire, she said, “it was important for him to be somewhere that he had somebody he knew he could trust.” Too many people had “attached themselves to him just to further their own ends.” Personal connection was what he needed to heal, she thought. So was Atlanta’s combination of green spaces and city life — in which he found “new trees. . .and different ways of working.”

He brought some of the burnt things he’d salvaged and stored the rest. One day, he was able to see the beauty in what survived; see a power in what the fire hadn’t been able to take. Something had shifted.

“Even though I lost lots of things,” he said, “I still have my gift.”

Sirmon’s friend Keith Sharp helped Mr. I find an old house on a large lot not far from the river, where he envisions a new home, with a sculpture garden and lodging for visiting artists. When the rains came a few months later, flooding the house and outbuildings to the tops of their doors, the plan was put on hold. Still, pointing out the place’s possibilities on a recent sunny day, the artist noted with relief a set of deep black burn marks around a window and exhaust fan. Maybe, he joked, it’s fireproofed.

“He’s one of those people that brings people together,” Sharp said. “He’s a catalyst.”

Meanwhile, he’s made new roots, led workshops for kids and seniors, and started to work. He’s repaired some of the damaged works, left others in their burnished state, and set about making things he’d never tried before.

The art world may think he’s done, he said, given how long he took off from work. But they need to think twice.

“Mr. I,” he said, “is about to rise!”

8 comments Add your comment

Kyle Vaughn

May 31st, 2012
9:26 am

This is such a sad day. The Hottie Hawgs family and Riverside Community will miss Mr. I terribly.

Kimberly Vaughn

May 31st, 2012
9:35 am

This is such sad news, what an amazing man. Please keep us all updated on memorial/funeral plans and how we can all help.
Thanks,

FM Fats

May 31st, 2012
12:19 pm

We spent an afternoon with Mr. I in February and visited with him whenever he took part in the Kentuck Festival near Tuscaloosa. He was a lovely soul, full of energy and spirit. He invited us back to share some things from his garden, but we have lost that opportunity. According to gallery owner Jeanine Taylor, Gregory’s passing was the result of a spider bite and ensuing pneumonia. So many of the great southern vernacular artists are gone now: Tolliver, Suddeth, Finster, R A Miller, Myrtice West, B F Perkins, Annie Wellborn, Joe Light, Willie Jinks, Tobey Ivey. Let’s continue to treasure the ones who are still around like Bernice Sims, Lonnie Holley, Charlie Lucas Buddy Snipes, John Henry Toney, and Alpha Andrews. These are people who along with our great writers, cooks, and musicians make the South a magical place.

Reetha Lee Dubinkin

May 31st, 2012
4:19 pm

Mr I will be missed by many in the Lehigh Valley. He was such a lovely person.

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Friends of Cabbagetown

May 31st, 2012
8:59 pm

Alan H. Stradtler

June 2nd, 2012
1:15 am

This comes as a surprise to me. I knew Mr. I when he lived in Chicago. We use to spent afternoons together at his apartment. I remember asking Ellen Sandor to think of having Mr. I do an art piece using her technology called a Pschlogram. I have a large one over my bed. I have numerous pieces of his work. my personal favorite are the gold hands that where modeled from his own hands & which he also used on his projects; most notably at the various House of Blues locations. I will think of him with fond memories. May God bless him. —

Debra Levie

June 2nd, 2012
11:45 pm

I had the good fortune to meet Mr. Imagination in the late 1980’s in Chicago. He had an amazing place above the street and next to the Howard and Ravenswood Lines of the CTA. He told me of his Grandmother. Some of us met and sang in his kitchen. I met his brother who worked with Cools Cigarette packs to form pocketbooks. I purchased some of his sand sculpture necklaces. We did a bit of club hopping on the north side.
A few moments ago, something/someone directed me to the Carl Hammer site. (I never go there.) I saw a death year give and discovered his death was a few days past. Rest well.