|Untitled 97, 1982, Cincy Sherman|
|Two of Cindy Sherman's history portraits, 1989-90|
Moving into the 90s, she was caught up in the movement to convey a message in her art at the expense of all else. Sherman began to explore reality with the same single-minded effort she'd exhibited in the past to "make a difference" through her art. Like an abstract artist, she never titled her work. But then again, there was seldom any need to. In her Untitled No. 175, for instance, she explored the beach after the people had all gone home, leaving behind the "human factor," their waste, filth, and litter, subject matter so repulsive as to border on the nightmarish. Untitled no. 175 is a sickening assemblage of rotting fruit, half-eaten cupcakes, and vomit. And just so you don't miss her point, it's a photo is living color six feet in diameter. It's not your father's fun day at the beach.
|Untitled 175, 1987, Cindy Sherman|