A photograph is a secret about a secret.
The more it tells you the less you know.—Diane Arbus
When I was in New York earlier this month for the Book Expo, I stopped in at MOMA to take in the Cindy Sherman retrospective before it vanished. As it was Saturday, the throngs were milling, the docents were expounding, and stricken mothers were trying to explain to small fry some of the more outré aspects of Sherman's work.
While always depicting herself as a character, Sherman's photographs range from smallish black-and-white "untitled film stills" (above) to larger, color "film stills," to huge, canvas-like apparitions of flamboyant women coping with aging, grotesque clowns, and mordant parodies of Old Master paintings (below). I love to know your thoughts on any or all of these samples of Sherman's art.