For Mother’s Day my beloved spouse got me the book Cindy Sherman: The Complete Untitled Film Stills.
In many ways this is a completely normal gift — I’ve always loved Cindy Sherman (well, except maybe her vomit-scapes, but overall: very much). But in one way it feels odd. Cindy Sherman — for Mother’s Day. It’s not that Cindy Sherman was or wasn’t a mother — it’s that she embodies so many different people.
The bulk of Sherman’s work is (more…)
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