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For much of the 1990s, I made work by handing myself over to others — police sketch artists, courtroom illustrators, magazine writers, art students, a Barbie coloring-book illustrator — each rendering me through the conventions of their own trade. My identity became something constructed from the outside, always just beyond my control. In the work that followed, I turned that same attention outward, toward the women, myths, and social worlds I found around me.

"Proof that identity is not fixed, that one's persona and possibly even one's self are malleable and fluid, capable of continual adjustment."
— Roberta Smith, The New York Times, 1994