Nomi Silverman

HS of Art and Design, Barnard College, National Academy of Design, Art Students League

Silvermine School of Art, Greenwich Continuing Education, Greenwich Art Society, Center for Contemporary Printmaking

The Metropolitan Museum of Art, NY
The Achenbach Foundation for the Graphic Arts, The Fine Arts Museum of SF, CA
The Janet Turner Print Collection, California State University, Chico, CA
Fairfield University Art Museum, CT
The Bancroft Library at UC Berkeley, CA
The Gabor Peterdi Print Collection, Silvermine Arts Center, New Canaan. CT
The Slater Memorial Museum, Norwich, CT
Special Collections, Allen Library; University of Washington, WA
The NYPL Print Collection, NY
Newark Library, NJ
The Syracuse University Art Galleries, NY
The William Benton Museum of Art, UCONN, Storrs, CT
The Mattatuck Museum, Waterbury, CT
The Boston Public Library, MA
The Library of Congress, Washington, DC
The Housatonic Museum of Art, Bridgeport, CT
Hunterdon Museum of Art, Clinton, NJ
Split Graphic Arts Museum, Croatia
Douro Museum, Portugal
The National Museum of Fine Arts, Taiwan
Numerous National, International Private Collections

Selected Exhibitions:
Center for Contemporary Printmaking, Norwalk, CT
A-space, West Haven, CT
Fairfield Arts Center, CT
The Housatonic Museum of Art, Bridgeport, CT
A Shenere Velt Gallery, LA, CA
Silvermine Arts Center, New Canaan, CT
Fine Arts Gallery, WCC, Valhalla, NY
Greenwich Arts Center Gallery, Greenwich, CT

9th Duoro Biennial, Portugal
“Works on Paper”, Bucharest, Romania
“New Prints Program” IPCNY, NY, NY
“Personal is Political is Personal,” Gallery 440, NY, NY
“Large Drawings @ A-space,” West Haven, CT
Annual Exhibition, National Academy Museum, NY, NY

Artist Statement:
My art deals with the shifting shadows of social issues. I use my love of drawing as a path to express innate concerns about liberty, fear and hope, about an individual’s need for work and for sustenance, for shelter and for love. Some are as geopolitically volatile as the indignities people suffer when they lose their basic freedoms. It is by means of charcoal, ink and paint that I celebrate, agonize and weep over this life, whether it is in the glare hurtling off of an arm wrenched by jailers, or the shifting glow on necks entwined in an embrace.