The army of girls led by Tatiana Dolfine Miller is not one youd want to encounter in a dark alleyor anywhere, for that matter, unless your own personal fantasy life runs toward the sado-masochistic and barely legal. But fantasy here isnt about wanting these girls, who for all their kittenish appeal are more graveyard than schoolyard, more horror show than talent show. That might be the case if the artists gender were male, but it isnt. Miller is a young woman, about the same age as the girls she depicts in these elaborate, crafty shadow boxes, oil paintings, and watercolors. The gender of the artist rarely has much relevance for a works reception, but Millers work proves an exception to the rule, because whats fascinating about the characters shes created is how, despite their willowy attractiveness, they stand not for fragility and neediness but power and control. Granted, this is achieved through bloodied steak knives and otherworldly fangs, but at least its a start. Miller will eventually have to figure out how this translates into sustainable real-world strength, but for now, her girls rule.