I'm guessing you've seen this painting before or one of the other very recognizable jungle paintings created by French artist Henri Rousseau.  Maybe it just crosses your register as art, as odd as any other picture you pass in a museum or pack of postcards, but I'd like us to pause for a moment to consider its strangeness.  Why is this naked woman reclining calmly on a sofa in the middle of a jungle while lions and a snake roam close by and a musician emerges from its depths.  What is it that's so peculiar about this image that captivated audiences in 1910 and still compels us today?  Let's better know Henri Rousseau's "The Dream".

Rousseau wasn't trying to play tricks on anybody.  When he first displayed the work at the Spring 1910 (?~0:48) in Paris, he titled it simply "The Dream" and accompanied it with the poem that goes, "Having fallen into a gentle sleep Yadwigha, in a dream heard the sound of a musette played by a benevolent musician.  While the moon shone down upon the flowers, the green trees, the wild serpents listened to the instrument's merry tunes."  So there you go.  She's dreaming, you see.  Her name is Yadwigha and while she may be asleep on the sofa in the waking world, in dreamland, she's alert, pointing our way into the scene with her sharp features and gaze as well as her outstretched finger.  She directs us to notice the wide-eyed lion and lioness and the brightly skirted musician who peers out of the darkness while playing a musette and charming the snake in the lower right.

At first, the snake looks like it's solid orange and slithering away, but then we notice its eye, just barely discernible, and that its top side is black and underbelly bright orange.  Another eye peeks out of the jungle, this one belonging to what we make out to be an elephant, two  birds perched in the trees, one with extravagant plumage.  We're surrounded by a cacophony of repeating forms, each leaf of each plant is clearly defined, and lotus-like flowers, impossibly large, sprout across the canvas.  

We have a repetition of eyes that stare back at us and also orbs, not just hers, but the oranges in tree above, and of course, the full moon in the clear sky.  "The Dream" is jam-packed with visual information to process and we haven't even mentioned the three little monkeys also perched in the trees, or the banana bunches here and there, or how the echoing lines of the foliage generate a kind of vibrating rhythm.  It's a dense composition, every square inch considered, and it's a balanced and cohesive one, too, even drawing comparison to such masterworks as Botticelli's "Primavera", but its maker, for almost all of his career, was thought of as kind of a joke, and openly mocked as an utterly unschooled outsider. 

During his life, he was known as "Le Douanier", French for customs officer, because of his more than 20 year career collecting tolls on goods and produce entering the city of Paris.  His actual job wasn't as high powered as the nickname suggests, but it did leave him enough time to paint.  He began exhibiting in the mid-1880s and resigned his post in 1893 at the age of 49 to devote himself fully to his art.  He had a pension and gave art and music lessons, but even living modestly, he was always short on funds.  

Rousseau lost two wives and several children to illness and himself died at the age of 66 due to an untreated leg infection, with only one daughter surviving him and just months after completing "The Dream"  There are many aspects of this painting that would not have been a surprise for art-going audiences of early 20th century Paris.  They had seen plenty of nudes lounging on sofas before.  Manet's "Olympia" was still in recent memory and before that, there'd been Ingres and before that, there'd been Titian and before Titian, there'd Giorgione, but Rousseau's figure, while acknowledging this lineage, sets herself apart by her firm frontality.  Yadwigha is strong, not soft.

A Polish variant of Hedwig, she's possibly named after an early love interest of Rousseau's, but she's rather unlike the fleshy naturalistic bodies of his predecessors, with her oddly tubular fingers and toes.  Those nudes were built up gradually with layers of thin glazes, techniques championed by the French academy and their (?~4:21) which Rousseau did not attend.  He was self-taught.  His education derived from looking.  He obtained a license that allowed him to copy artworks at the Louvre and the (?~4:32) and while he would never achieve the highly finished effects of the works he attempted to reproduce, Rousseau evolved his own distinctive manner of painting and he wasn't the only one experimenting with more inventive, less naturalistic renderings of bodies and everything else.

Modernism was all around.  Many were shirking the academy's values and presenting their own propositions for what art could and should be.  Rousseau was both of the modernists and not.  He was always seen as inferior, an amusing amateur.  His first real attention came in 1886 with "Carnival Evening", displayed at the same exhibition as Seurat's famous "Sunday on La Grande Jatte".  Both works caused a stir, Seurat's for its innovative pointillist technique and scientific mastery of color, and Rousseau's for its playful innocence and seeming obliviousness to the conventions of perspective and modeling.

Attracting both mockery and admiration, Rousseau slowly grew a base of support as he showed his work, counting many younger artists among his fans who prized what they saw as his directness and originality.  The first of his jungle paintings appeared in 1891, but the bulk of them came later, after the success of his "Hungry Lion" at the 1905 (?~5:48).  It was there that a handful of artists using wild colors were dubbed by critics "Les Fauves" or the wild beasts, and spurred the movement they called "Fauvism".  Rousseau wasn't one of them, but the proximity of his literal depiction of wild beasts might have helped inspire the naming.

His work was unlike the (?~6:08), aspiring to more lifelike coloration and representation, and his subject matter wasn't that far afield historically.  French great Eugene Delacroix had gained much acclaim for his depictions of fierce animals.  Rousseau's work can certainly been seen as part of the late 19th and early 20th century romantic interest in all things far-flung and lesser known.  While some artists had indeed traveled to the places they described, plenty worked from source material or used their imagination to concoct their scenes.  

While Rousseau sometimes claimed he'd been to Mexico during his military service, the truth was that he'd never venutred much farther than Paris and its environs.  He did travel virtually, however, in large part thanks to the 1889 Paris Worlds Fair, which brought new zoology galleries to the Museum of Natural History, including both live and taxidermied animal displays.  

Rousseau worked from photographs and illustrations of animals, sometimes using an enlarger called a pantograph to trace subjects from books and magazines and the city's magnificent jardin des plantes provided him plenty of inspiration for botanical life.  Still, Rousseau took many liberties with his subjects, setting his flora and fauna at whatever scale seemed to suit his purposes.  The space of his pictures is often flat, disregarding linear perspective or adjusting it as needed.  The light often comes from several sources, contributing to the eerie ambiguity of time of day in works like "The Dream".

Some of his compositions are simplistic and others densely complex, filled with tightly interlocking forms, each clearly defined, "as if he paints in a language of nouns," in the words of artist and author Craig McDaniel.  The art world of Paris called his work primitive and naive, partly due to what seemed like exotic subject matter, but mostly because of his non-academic style of painting.  Those were terms they also used to describe large swaths of creative production from outside of Europe and also pre- or early Italian Renaissance art, to which Rousseau's work was sometimes compared.

By the way, did we mention this painting is huge?  Nearly 7x10 feet, and it's been the subject of poems, too, by Michael (?~10:10) in 1974 and before that, by Sylvia Plath, who concluded her 1958 "Sestina for the (?~10:17)" with an additional explanation for our lounging lady in the jungle: "But to a friend, in private, Rousseau confessed his eye so possessed by the glowing red of the couch which you, Yadwigha, pose on, that he put you on the couch to feed his eye with red, such red!  Under the moon, in the  midst of all that green and those great lilies." 

For we are enchanted by Rousseau's dream just as the jungle creatures are enchanted by the musician's tune.  We are transported into this world just as the woman on the couch is carried off to this dreamland.  This happens in part because of Rousseau's gifts as a colorist and the luminosity that emanates from each and every vibrant form and coalesces into a mesmerizing unified whole.  

It also happens because of that particular undefinable Rousseau magic.  The artist once opined, "If my parents had recognized my gift for painting, today I would have been the greatest and wealthiest painter in France."  While this may have been true, with academic finish and training, Rousseau would not have become a modernist hero.  He might not have found that Rousseau magic, that peculiar and distinctive voice. 

Yadwigha is in the jungle because Rousseau wanted her there and he wanted to take us along with her.  He had confidence in his vision and the commitment to see it through.  The results, as we can still see, are extraordinary, truly extra ordinary, and we can follow Yadwigha into this dream world whenever we like and revel for a bit in this genuinely surreal reality that never was and never will be.  

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