TIENS, MAIS C'EST UN ALIMENT BLANC: ROBERT MALAVAL
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Tiens, mais c’est un aliment blanc.
It seems to be the title of the latest work in Robert Malaval's l'Aliment blanc series. But it's also what one of my doctors told me a few years ago. Madam, you suffered from white food. Have you never heard of white food? Yes, of course, I had heard of it from a very famous artist in Nice, but she really didn't know. Is this Malaval a doctor? The white food," this very serious professional instructed me, while I giggled to myself as I imagined Malaval in an immaculate lab coat, stethoscope in hand, is an oddity more familiar to nutritionists and paediatricians. One day, when there was nothing particularly predisposing him to this inclination, a child who had previously been delighted by the idea of devouring brightly coloured carrot or spinach purées suddenly began to satiate himself with nothing but white food. Or almost white: bread, butter, cheese, milk, chicken breast, pasta and, for the more daring, pale potatoes. I was delighted to discover that I had, with varying degrees of happiness, passed through another white food in my childhood.
Until then, I'd seen Malaval's series from the angle of a disease whose symptoms are visible: explosive buboes, textured scars, disgusting excrescences, something that reminded me of the wax casts of skin diseases in the Musée des Moulages at Saint-Louis hospital. But this discussion also taught me something else: there was something more buried in the White Food. Not just the silkworm cocoons that had so fascinated Malaval when he reared them in the Basses-Alpes early in his life as an artist, nor just the horrific sight of maggots on carrion, which he also reclaimed. Perhaps, we speculate, something like permanent nausea, an undetectable gagging on the
surface. Malaval himself wrote: "One day, I'll blow my nose a little harder than usual, and something will pass through my nose. Something abnormally big and soft. A piece of brain that had been ripped out, something like a mucous membrane, a piece of the inside of the nose itself. 1] It's not the objects that are covered over by the White Food - like scabies or ringworm, for example: it's the objects themselves that are vomiting up, so obstinately, what has become unbearable for them.