sfmoma:

Sherman’s “magic powers” reveal the moment when facades drop and unguarded sadness, revulsion and aloneness seep through the anticipated promise of perfection. She gazes, metaphorically speaking, into the mirror of Narcissus and Echo, cracks it wide open, takes the shards, insets them into her skin, glues them up, pisses and shits on them and finally shines her glaring light onto the rigor and vanity of aging.

 Read it all: Being Cindy