Showing posts with label Brianna Kalajian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brianna Kalajian. Show all posts

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THE SEARCH FOR THE AUTHENTIC SUBJECT AND THE INAUTHENTIC SELF

an attempt to think about Cindy Sherman's brilliance and failures

By Brianna Kalajian

©Cindy Sherman/Untitled #216
I am bewildered by Cindy Sherman or as the ads for SFMOMA proudly trumpet, “one of the most influential photographers of our time.” Sherman has been the subject, or, more accurately, the focal point of her large and growing body of work. She has cornered the market on self-portraiture and has become a strange merging of both artist and brand, one of the most recognizable figures in contemporary art. Her work has been building on itself from the beginning, but she has gone through some radical shifts in approach. The layout and chronology of the show helps us see how Sherman has always been essentially Sherman, but also how she has changed to become possibly more of Sherman the personality and less of Sherman the artist. It’s fascinating to see how the “Film Stills” series fro the late 70’s and 80’s inform and contrast with her later work, especially the series “Society” (2008), where she depicts and satirizes high society art matrons, sorry patrons, in a variety of power poses. Although thirty years separates these two series, the contrast illuminates some of the most striking issues about Sherman’s fame and work. This exhibition was an incredible opportunity to see the breadth and depth of Sherman’s approach and I should say, changing approach to the reflected self.

PHOTOGRAPHY

IT'S AS REAL AS YOU MAKE IT

a review of Real to Real: Photographs from the Traina Collection at the DeYoung Museum

By Brianna Kalajian


Martin Parr's "Benidorm"
From it's very beginning photography has always had a whiff of the courtroom in it. Both photographs and the law traffic in evidence and try to correct or adjust our sense of reality and along with it our sense of justice. What are TMZ and the paparazzi, but a corrective dose of ugly reality against the publicist's hype: staged studio photographs vs. "gotcha" photographs. It's a war that's been going on as long as we've had photography and at stake is justice and reality. You look at a photo and say, this is the truth I've been waiting for, that's not a glamour shot, but a genuine shot, another celebrity caught without makeup. We live in a visually constructed reality, but yearn for one unadorned, stripped, and yet alive with photographic, possibly pornographic, truth. What is a candid, paparazzi shot, but a mirror of our own desperation for reality?