During Spring Break Brooklyn, my sister and I went to the MoMA in Manhattan. It was a lovely day, shrouded in mist – the perfect weather for looking at art inside stuffy walls.
But then. The 6th floor. Home of special exhibit numero uno – Cindy Sherman – photographer extraordinaire.
From her website:
“By turning the camera on herself, Cindy Sherman has built a name as one of the most respected photographers of the late twentieth century. Although, the majority of her photographs are pictures of her, […] these photographs are most definitely not self-portraits. Rather, Sherman uses herself as a vehicle for commentary on a variety of issues of the modern world: the role of the woman, the role of the artist and many more. It is through these ambiguous and eclectic photographs that Sherman has developed a distinct signature style. Through a number of different series of works, Sherman has raised challenging and important questions about the role and representation of women in society, the media and the nature of the creation of art.”
It was amazing. Amazing.
She is incredibly prolific. I was amazed at the sheer number of pictures. Following is an extremely short sample.
from the MoMa website:
“To create her photographs, she assumes multiple roles of photographer, model, makeup artist, hairdresser, stylist, and wardrobe mistress. With an arsenal of wigs, costumes, makeup, prosthetics, and props, Sherman has deftly altered her physique and surroundings to create a myriad of intriguing tableaus and characters, from screen siren to clown to aging socialite. “