Artifice, violence, and nostalgia are the silent residents of Michael McMillen’s precisely rendered environments. His is the world of back alleys near rundown oceanside apartments, the littered hallways of abandoned buildings, and deserted streets at night. Wandering disoriented among his works one appreciates McMillen’s power to convince us of the reality of his precincts through the sheer detail of his observation and the spellbinding precision of his illusionism. Using lenses and mirrors he can make a three-dimensional miniaturized scene appear life-size, then, reversing himself, fill up