One of those rare photographers who balance the formal values of their medium—light, color, composition, texture and perspective—Joe Johnson is consumed by the beauty that surrounds and surprises us with delight if we are willing to look. Johnson’s sense of beauty is so generous that he does not have a favorite subject, environment or sensibility—he simply wants the viewer to be captivated as he has been. This is beauty for beauty’s sake, not as a support for meaning, mood, virtuosity or even meditation. When Johnson takes us down a gritty empty street in New Haven, Connecticut at dusk after a rain, pools of orange glint, telephone poles and leafless trees bend, and low industrial buildings recede. We ask for nothing but to stay and see. Johnson has endowed the straight representational photograph with the power of the tightest and most involved abstraction. (Michael Weinstein)
Through June 26 at Alibi Fine Art, 1966 West Montrose