Katie Miller


I have spent my entire life as an artist, but only the last few years knowing that I am autistic.  Perhaps this is why the content of my work has developed without conscious regard to autism or disability.  However, everything in my life is influenced by the way my brain works.  Many features of my artistic process are curiously shared by both non-autistic artists and non-artist autistics.  I do not use my work to comment on my personal thoughts, feelings, or experiences, but I wonder if I am predisposed to paint what I do, in the way that I do, because of who I am.

I am not a savant.  I do believe that being autistic is central to my creative process.  I had an intense preoccupation with making art at a young age.  As a child, I threw fits if my drawing wasn’t as good as I thought it should be – disregarding the praise from others.  In high school, I often painted 12 hours a day on weekends, neglecting calls from my friends.  While the deficit in my social skills increased, I certainly made good progress with painting!  In the autistic community we call this a ‘perseveration on a special interest.’  I feel lucky that my special interest is drawing and painting, which is likely more valuable to society than, say, memorizing train schedules.

Somehow, I’ve managed to ‘pass for normal,’ if there is such a thing, for most of my life.  Still, I’ve never felt I had to be like my friends or fit in with my classmates.  In fact, I was well into my adolescence before the concepts of peer pressure, trends, conformity, and embarrassment made any sense to me at all.  An inability to feel social pain can constrict one’s opportunities in many arenas, but artistically, it creates freedom.  I am not interested in trends so they don’t influence my choices.

My autistic brain interprets the world differently from a neurotypical brain.  My senses are hyper-acute.  I enjoy and take advantage of my sensitivity to color, shape, and detail, though my sensitivity to sounds, smell, taste, and touch can be disabling and painful.  The environment can be so overwhelming that the people around me barely register as anything more than moving obstacles to avoid and occasionally respond to.  In daily life, I see small details of things before I see the whole.

The construction of my work is equally fragmented. Before painting, I search through and manipulate hundreds of photos digitally, experimenting with composition, color, and often collaging various body parts together to make a single image. I work only from photographs that I shoot specifically for my work, orchestrating my models and the environment to suit my needs.

Oddly, in a state of single-minded focus, I filter out all other thoughts and sensations.  Alone in my studio, nothing else exists except what I’m working on.  The tics and clicks of Tourette’s stop and my busy mind is quiet.  Intense focus is essential to my work, and I often cannot recognize if I am hungry, have sore muscles, or need to use the bathroom.  My mind shuts down that input until my body reaches a state of emergency.  Even so, I would never want to be without the ability to call on that kind of intense concentration.  

I struggle to understand people, and sometimes even to like them, but people have always been my favorite subject.  Making eye contact with others often feels unnatural and threatening, but in my work, I prefer figures who stare out of the painting with a confronting gaze.  I am face-blind, yet the face is, and always has been, my favorite thing to draw and paint.  Whether there’s a relationship between these circumstances, I don’t know, however, it seems to be more than a coincidence.

I prefer my paintings to have a level of realism that draws the viewer in. Unencumbered by learning a foreign visual language, the viewer is then free to explore and question the work’s content. My current body of work comments on the relationship between the mundane and the surreal, and how it relates to changing contemporary and romantic notions of childhood. My work explores the fine line between the disturbing and the comforting, the innocent and the provocative, the powerful and the vulnerable.  The identities of the children are inconsequential, and I invent no narrative.

Recently I have been focusing on newborn babies as subjects. They are simultaneously hideous and adorable, looking both senile and unborn. Newborns have a gawky, awkward imperfection, not unlike that of adolescents. The grotesque reality of fresh flesh often goes unseen beneath soft, pastel-colored bundles. I am interested in images of young children considered cliché, and our society’s varied response to such images. When and how does an image pass from creepy to cute to corny? 

I have been asked if I like children and infants.  I like them very much.  People can seem like a fascinating but bewildering foreign species to me, but children feel more human than adults with their self-imposed social rules, strange habits, and cryptic language.  Perhaps I see a complex, self-aware human being in a child more easily than I see through the polite, guarded exterior of an adult.

Like many artists, I struggle with how much personal information to make public.  I believe my work stands on its own merit, and I don’t want facts about me to distract from it.  Art should be judged on its merit alone, and artists, disabled or not, should not feel they must filter their biographies to preclude this from happening.  I chose to share what I have here because I have realized that my disabilities are more relevant to my art than I previously thought and because I am proud of who I am.  I prefer to be thought of as an artist, not an autistic artist.  The latter implies special consideration, and I don’t need that.  To a certain extent, my art reflects who I am, but to a greater extent, it says nothing about who I really am as a person.

Children Watching TV Two Little Girls in a Room Little Girl in a White Dress Girl in the Yard
Children Watching TV
oil on canvas
36" x 46"
Two Little Girls in a Room
oil on canvas
66" x 32"
Little Girl in a White Dress
pastel on paper
20" x 12"
Girl in the Yard
oil on canvas
30" x 54"
Child Standing on a Dresser Girl on a Carpet Babies Babie on White
Child Standing on a Dresser
oil on canvas
40" x 70"
Girl on a Carpet
charcoal on paper
39" x 25"
oil on linen on panel
36" x 17"
Baby on White
oil on linen on panel
36" x 17"