THE QUEEN OF SELF-PORTRAIT'S.
Sherman appeared skeptical. Is this really what happened, or is the story just the cover for a jilted bride? One begged to know more.
That tantalising sense of mystery and uneasiness are emotions viewers feel when they see one of Sherman's elliptical photographs.
Over the course of her remarkable 35-year career she has transformed herself into hundreds of personas: the movie star, the valley girl, the angry housewife, the frustrated socialite, the Renaissance courtesan, the menacing clown, even the Roman god Bacchus.
Some are closely cropped images; in others she is set against a backdrop that, as Sherman describes it, "are clues that tell a story." "None of the characters are me," she explained "They're everything but me. If it seems too close to me, it's rejected." On this afternoon Sherman, 58, had bicycled from her apartment to discuss her landmark retrospective at the Museum of Modern Art, which opened recently and includes more than 170 photographs.
Wearing no makeup, with leggings and sneakers and a tweed hat that carefully concealed her crash helmet, she looked inconspicuous, hardly the celebrated artist whose fans include Lady Gaga; Elton John, who collects her work; and Madonna, who sponsored a show of Sherman's "Untitled Film Stills," at the Museum of Modern Art in 1997.
With its array of high-end used clothing stores, this neighbourhood has proved a rich hunting ground for Sherman. It was here along Third Avenue that she found the perfect designer clothes for her "society portraits," a 2008 series of photographs depicting Botoxed, overmade- up, often unhappy women of a certain age.
Even as she prepares for her retrospective -- her first in the United States in nearly 14 years -- she is pushing herself to try something new. Lately she's been thinking about creating a family portrait where she would play every member.
"She's undoubtedly one of the most influential artists of our time," said Eva Respini, associate curator of photography at MoMA, who has spent the last two years organising Sherman's retrospective. "She is always addressing issues at the heart of our visual culture. In this world of celebrity makeovers, reality TV and YouTube, here is an artist whose different modes of representation seem truer now than when they were made." Philippe Segalot, a Manhattan dealer who bought his first work by Sherman for his own collection in the '80s, said: "I've always been amazed how she could take what seems like such a simple idea and keep reinventing it. Cindy is one of the few artists who has been consistently great throughout her entire career. She was first noticed in the '70s thanks to her "Untitled Film Stills," fictional portraits inspired by movies and girlie magazines. She and artists like Barbara Kruger, Sherrie Levine, Louise Lawler and Laurie Simmons were examining female archetypes and gender issues in a way no one had before. But it wasn't until 1981, when she made her "Centrefolds," a series of portraits inspired by photographs in Playboy -- but with the w o m e n c l o t h e d and conveying a complicated range of emotions -- that her career really took off.
"That was when museums first began to acquire her work," said Janelle Reiring, a co-founder of Metro Pictures, the Chelsea gallery. "It was a big turning point." Peter Schjeldahl, the art critic for The New Yorker, who calls Sherman "his favourite American artist of the last 40 years," remembers the day he walked into Metro Pictures to see the "Centerfolds." He was so bowled over, he ran out to the nearest pay phone. "I immediately called the two publications I wrote for only to discover that they had a l r e a d y assigned reviews," he recalled.
"I had to write something that day, and it turned out to be a check." Schjeldahl bought a photograph for $900, paying in monthly $100 installments.
Her "Untitled Film Stills," for which she purposely developed the film in hotter-thannormal chemicals to make them look cracked, cheap and grainy, like promotional giveaways, are now considered landmarks of late-20th-century art. But scores of other images from her long career have endured too, despite the proliferation of digital photography and Photoshop.
"The contradictory and complex readings of her work reinforces its ongoing relevance to multiple audiences," Respini said. "More than ever, identity is malleable and fluid, and her photographs confirm this." For Reiring the key to Sherman's success is that she "doesn't tell you what to think," she said. "Her work is so rich in meaning that everyone can develop their own ideas.
Everyone sees something different." While she generally works in series, she has steadfastly refused to give titles to her photographs because she wants viewers to draw their own conclusions. Reiring said it was either the gallery or critics or the public who have named her series.
Commercially she is often credited with taking photography out of a ghetto and putting it on the same firm fine-art footing as painting and sculpture. In May 2011 Segalot, bidding on behalf of a client, bought a 1981 image in which she posed as a teenage girl.
For six months it was the most expensive photograph sold at auction, bringing $3.9 million at Christie's.
Growing up in Huntington Beach, on Long Island, where her father worked as an engineer for Grumman Aircraft, and her mother taught in public schools, she recalls liking to dress up "probably more than other kids." "There are pictures of me dressed up as an old lady," Sherman said, sitting in her studio one afternoon. "I was more interested in being different from other little girls who would dress up as princesses or fairies or a pretty witch. I would be the ugly old witch or the monster." She started painting in college at the State University of Buffalo. "I was good at copying things, but I didn't really have ideas of what I wanted to do with painting," she said. "That was when I thought, 'Why am I wasting my time elaborately copying things when I could use a camera?"' One of her first assignments in a photography class was to confront something that was hard for her. "I took a series of myself naked in front of the camera," she said. "I did a couple of these series, and that was when I started using myself, but at the same time, not as an art practice, just for therapy or something. I would transform my face with makeup into various characters just to pass the time." On and off for more than a decade, starting in 1985, she removed herself from her pictures.
She has said she created many tougher images during difficult periods in her life, like when she was angry about several male artists whose careers seemed to take off more easily than hers, or when she was in the middle of a divorce from the French video artist Michel Auder, ending their 15-year marriage.
None of these images have been as commercially successful as her "Untitled Film Stills," or the "history portraits." The history series (1989-90) were shots of her dressed as characters from old masters like Titian, Holbein and Caravaggio.
She works alone in her commodious floor-through studio that houses her costumes, props and equipment. Women's wigs dot window sills, and there are shelves of wax doll's heads and body parts from medical mannequins. It is here that she becomes the subject, the photographer, the director, the makeup artist and the costume stylist.
"Whenever I tried to hire people or use friends or family, even if I paid them, I felt like I had to entertain them," she said. "When I'm working alone, I can push myself.
And I don't complain." In recent years technology has changed her work. Before digital cameras "I would do the character, set everything up, take a roll of film, get out of character, take the makeup off and go to the lab and wait a few hours for the film to be developed," she said. "Then I'd look at the film and realise something didn't work out. And I'd have to redo everything myself. Now I can continue working and tweak it as I'm going." As visitors get off the escalator at MoMA, they will be enveloped in 8-foot-tall images of Sherman standing amid a bucolic black-andwhite setting that she shot in Central Park. "It's like walking into Cindyland," Respini said on a recent afternoon as she was overseeing workers applying the contact paper to the museum's walls.
There Sherman emerges in yet another mind-boggling array of characters: a circus juggler; a woman clad in a body suit with pointy bosoms, nipples and pubic hair; an aging woman in a long red dress. "You think you may know them," Respini said. "But in fact the more you look at them, the more complex and darker they seem. The same could be said of Cindy. How can such a mild-mannered, nice woman have such a wicked imagination. that keeps inventing these fantastical characters over and over again?
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