February 5, 2012

Faux-Naïf Art and the ICU

The glass screen in the waiting room for Soins Intensifs stands there, translucently opaque with colored patches visible from all sides.  There are tables and chairs, a receptionist in a booth, piles of plastic cups and liter bottles of mineral water to prevent dehydration and a disinfecting kit with instructions--Cantonal Hospital paraphernalia.
The screen is a childlike production, no doubt commissioned to present those who wait with a Positive Pastorale:  happy green horseman (no apocalypse), spiral suns, a couple of shepherds with sheep or a goat, stars, moons.  A faux primitive frieze, colors glazed in. An undulating sea. Or is it sky? Both? A cow, perhaps a bull, peaceful as Ferdinand. Dove-like birds in French blue, oddly chicken-clawed. Stick-like pine trees. People in affirmative reds. The cows could be blue and the horses green.
The colors have been chosen with post-Expressionist élan:
life can be summed up in poster paint primaries and simplified figures.
Matisse did it, Picasso did it, why not (and I check the bottom right signature) Gilbert Mazliah?


For days a very dear friend was struggling in the ICU.
For days we occupied the antechamber between visits.  I couldn't help looking at the screen every day, sometimes skeptically, sometimes with irritation. There it was, with its splash of symbols in happy colors: 
too damn cheerful, too....naive!


But it seemed to be saying:  look at this world and take heart!
And I heard that.