There is a genuine curiosity in the work of Amy Spassov. It seems spontaneous and impulsive yet is anchored by its style and the elements found within. It is as if Spassov is trying to convey message in a language derived from one we understand but don’t fully grasp other than knowing it is captivating and beautifully inquisitive.
The artist uses familiarity and a disarming pallet to entice the viewer. However, if one can momentarily set aside this comfort another truth of the work is revealed; a plot twist if you will. It is a well-executed artistic MacGuffin meant to obscure intention and allow for alternative outcomes. If the exhibit feels nostalgic, tensioned or theatrical it is due in large part to the Hitchcockian flare with which each piece was completed and as irony would have it the man himself makes a cameo.
While the exhibit is a subtle departure for Spassov the artist has decisively claimed identity and purpose with her most recent offering. Amy Spassov’s work is certain and affecting and is her most mature work to date.