
"Untitled (Fireflies inside the body of my camera, 8:37 - 8:39PM, June 26, 2008)," 2008
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Whichever one of the wildly varied photographic experiments that she undertakes, Aspen Mays always takes us into an unfamiliar world that is constructed out of the most humble and common things transmuted into eerie impressions. Possessed of the desire to see a “photograph of the whole universe,” Mays ends up shooting out in any direction that tickles her fancy and zooms to its outer limits. Put some fireflies into your camera and you will end up with a glossy, gaudy and glowing patch of color that abstracts from its subject so much that it looks like a precise photograph of a color-field painting. Through all Mays’ endeavors runs a play between absence–indeed vacancy and lack of distinction–and an audacious fullness that makes us keenly aware of what is left out at the same time that we are drawn into the subject. In sync with our improbable age, Mays is a postmodern mystic. (Michael Weinstein)
Through August 2 at Golden Gallery, 816 W. Newport