There is always the lingering question of identity. “Who am
I?” Personally, I never like the question. Because in a way, we are who we
pretend to be. To be ourselves is to reveal our most fragile side. To be
ourselves is to shed the constraints of society and expectation, to drop the
filter which we use to guard our words. We can “choose” to be anyone, anything.
But that choice is a mask. It is easy to fool others into thinking our mask is
reality. Sherman demonstrates this in her work, showing how she could change
her apparent identity to the point that no one could recognize her or place her
absolute identity. No one knew who the real “Cindy Sherman” was, because she
changed so much.
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