Artist Information:
Michael Miller
Madison, WI
United States
Member Since: May 2007
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Artist Statement:
Inland, far from the hollowed
buildings of the crippled
cities, the burning’s
presence was inescapable as
its stale stench endlessly
lingered in the air. Both near
and far plumes of the abysmal
smoke rose from the ground as
the blaze orange fires
continued to indiscriminately
incinerate that of which lay
in its path. Those who managed
to survive searched for an
explanation for the fiery
enigma; yet their minds were
as clouded as the smoke at
which they stared. They were
alive but felt absolutely
nothing. With only one
decision left to make, some
struggled and fought fire with
fire, while others surrendered
and prayed for ashes. With
every passing day, the memory
of what once was faded to
gray, and all notions for
right and wrong, good and bad
hung in the balance as an
uncertain future was left in
the hands of the few that
still remained, “The
Salvaged.”
In reference of a time to come
following an apocalyptic
event, I seek to create
paintings that embody the
revelation of the human
condition, and create a sense
of nostalgia for what once
was. While exploring my
current vision, I find refuge
in the power and versatility
of ...
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Artist Exhibitions:
EDUCATION
2004 - 2007 - M.F.A. in
Painting - University of
Wisconsin - Madison, WI
1998 - 2003 - B.F.A. with a
double emphasis in Painting
and Graphic Communications -
University of WI Oshkosh -
Oshkosh, WI
SELECTED HONORS AND AWARDS
2006 - Nominated for the
Dedalus Foundation - $20,000
grant - Selected by the
Department ...
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Michael Miller's Free Artist Portfolio
| Welcome to Michael Miller's Portfolio. Browse Miller's body of work: Inland, far from the hollowed buildings of the crippled cities, the burning’s presence was inescapable as its stale stench endlessly lingered in the air. Both near and far plumes of the abysmal smoke rose from the ground as the blaze orange fires continued to indiscriminately incinerate that of which lay in its path. Those who managed to survive searched for an explanation for the fiery enigma; yet their minds were as clouded as the smoke at which they stared. They were alive but felt absolutely nothing. With only one decision left to make, some struggled and fought fire with ... |
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