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Drummond MT

Oil on Canvas // 2016

26" x 26" // CMO0012

Dixon Bar

Oil on Canvas // 2016

24" x 24" // CMO0013

Highway 32 ID

Oil on Canvas // 2016

36" x 36" // CMO0009

Power Lines

Oil on Canvas // 2015

34" x 72" // CMO0002

Leaving Town

Oil on Canvas // 2015

28" x 60" // CMO0002

Ashton, ID

Oil on Canvas // 2016

16" x 20" // CMO0007

Rain Clouds

Oil on Canvas // 2016

20" x 24" // CMO0005

Cumulus II

Acrylic Silk Screen and Oil on Canvas // 2016

26" x 32" // CMO0014

16 Mile Road

Oil on Canvas // 2017

14" x 44" // CMO0016

Virga

Oil on Canvas // 2014

80" x 48" // CMO0010

Winter Waves

Oil on Linen // 2014

60" x 90" // CMO0008

Victor, ID

Oil on Canvas // 2016

14" x 22" // CMO0017

Shell

Oil on Canvas // 2012

32" x 86" // CMO0011

Main Street

Oil on Canvas // 2016

30" x 23.5" // CMO0004

Rainbow Trucking

Oil on Canvas // 2017

18" x 24" // CMO0015

This exhibition will be open and available to view here on the website and at our brick and mortar location in Bozeman, Montana July 22nd - August 22nd, 2017

East Main

Oil on Panel // 2016

10.5" x 16" // CMO0003


Michelle is best known for her large scale oil painting of storms that eddy and churn over the land. Looking to Titian and Vermeer, she uses thin glazes of paint layered on top of one another to create almost photorealist images of saturated light and color. The temporality of clouds and storms give her landscapes a feeling of time, placing them in an open narrative of past, present or future.

In 2016 Osman completed her MFA at Montana State University.
Recently she participated in West on the Left, East on the Right at the Duolun Museum of Modern Art, Shanghai, China and is participating in the National Weather Center Biennale at the Fred Jones Jr. Museum of Art at the University of Oklahoma.
Osman was born in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, raised at the beach in Costa Rica and now lives in Bozeman, Montana. Her work is continually influenced by her surroundings.

Artist Statement:
My attraction to the storms is the way they enter into my life. Gusts of wind, lightning and changing weather insist on a certain degree of attention that blue skies do not. Watching a particular cloud formation, or a dramatic storm, I am fully present in the moment. I gain perspective in the abstraction of light and color. I want to witness the place and the time I live in, to depict its transcendent beauty, its stubborn bones, its highways and byways. In the West the rolling flesh and muscle of the land is clearly visible, softened by sagebrush and golden grasses. It is a land exposed.