Allie Miller

I am not interested in telling you everything there is to know about these places. In many ways, that’s private and in others it wouldn’t matter. Written in the wash of raw canvas is a pure, and malleable wilderness; mine. In this project, I have found myself edging the fine line between detail, and the empty noise where your brain constructs the nothings into somethings. These landscapes are the reservoirs where I grew up, where I learned how to feel my somethings. The space in between is where you have already stepped in, and begun exploring.

This series represents a change in energy, in my approach to a familiar subject. This process dwelled in the uncontrollable language of a drippy turpenoid soaked paintbrush; it thrived on mistakes and came alive between the details. Watery language allowed color to slide and slush into a simple moment of movement, of gravity taking shape. My process was powered by the excitement of the uncontrollable, like the silence following a storm. It’s a play between the distortion and the fluidity of organic shapes; the transcription of intuitive expression. This body is the first time that my work was in fact playful, and in that respect it was almost a rebellion of my previous impressionistic compositions and a release into a freer perspective. Nature is the root that humbles us into humanity and for me painting landscapes is a practice of emotion.