Cindy
Sherman
Until March 7; Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art
Shes here? Where? friends whispered to me at the
private view, necks craning wildly. They had just scrutinised 50 photographs
of the artists face, and still they didnt know what Cindy
Sherman looked like. Thats the general idea, of course: in the
last 30 years, the artist has produced over 400 vivid photographs
of men, women and children every one of them a cultural stereotype,
and every one of them Cindy Sherman.
The retrospective (first shown this summer at the Serpentine) starts
with a roomful of high impact mythical characters whose elaborate
costumes and settings suggest half-explained narratives, evoking cultural
references from Medusa to the Madonna. There is something disturbingly
Scottish about the tea-supping elderly prim sitting in a high gothic
chair in the half light. I imagine her abandoned, friendless and loveless,
and then I wonder if that masculine coat has been wrapped romantically
around her shoulders by some amorous mystery gent.
Ill never know, because all of Shermans works are untitled,
identified only by a number, and the curators provide no further information
in the wall captions. The history paintings are especially infuriating,
because they are so evocative of particular styles and periods that
youre racking your brains to come up with the original
which, of course, doesnt exist. Its as if you have a tune
in your head and no-one will remind you of the words.
When Sherman shot to fame in the mid-70s with her Untitled Film Stills
series, of female types in old B-movies, people said they recognised
the films even though Sherman had made them up. This is the key: the
artist taps into cultural short-hand, playing on our shared cultural
assumptions and turning them against us. While we happily judge a
book (film/painting/woman) by its cover, she changes that cover again
and again until we cant ignore our transgression.
The show is divided up according to categories (history painting,
fashion models, and so on) rather than chronology, allowing you to
compare and contrast Shermans guises in relation to each other
an important route to understanding her work. As has been said
in the past, there is very little point exhibiting a Sherman photograph
in isolation.
The last category is Shermans latest work, completed in 2003.
These are five photographs of clowns (all Sherman, of course), a logical
extension of the artists preoccupations with costumes, masks
and emotional ambiguity. These recent works have a new lucidity and
vividness, using colour, face-paint and digital backgrounds to make
them almost cartoony. It does make you wonder, though, where the artist
can go next, having exaggerated every feature of her art to reach
this point.
Heres where I have to admit that Ive never been excited
by Cindy Shermans work. Perhaps like the naïve new generation
which thinks the feminist battle has already been fought and won,
I just dont see her work as radical or challenging in the 21st
century. It worries me that she is still doing what she did 30 years
ago, just bigger, with colour.
Sherman was nominated by ARTnews in 1999 as one of the 25 most influential
artists of the 20th century, and perhaps that is her fate: she has
been an inspiration to many, and has claimed her place in the history
books. She has stretched out her idea over three decades, pushing
it to the limit with those clowns, and now what?
Catrìona
Black, Sunday Herald 21.12.03