The Photographer Cindy Sherman, 1983
copyright Peter Bellamy 2010
copyright Peter Bellamy 2010
I wanted to create an idea that it was just Cindy Sherman. The time before some reach the pinnacle of fame is the best, for they do not yet have their guard up.
There is a kind of sadness and loneliness to Cindy's work, a kind of isolation. Her muse is really herself. It is like a search for something she will never find.
She was simply wonderful and warm and the one time I met her later in Buffalo at Charlie Clough's show at the Knox Museum, she kissed me on the cheek.
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