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James Ensor, Mort et les Masques, 1897.

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”

Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist, 1891.

The mask was a fitting representation of the Decadent’s ambivalence towards artifice. Symbolism rejected Naturalism’s contention that it was able to realistically depict the world, and instead embraced artifice, conceiving of the Symbol itself as a kind of mask, one that facilitated telling the truth, the Idea’s clothes, as Jean Moréas put it. The Decadence was certainly characterized by a cult of the artificial – Huysmans’s des Esseintes claims that his taste for artifice has progressed to such an extent that he prefers real flowers so strange that they look as if they were mimicking artificial ones, and Aubrey Beardsley quipped, “I’m so affected that even my lungs are affected” – but the symbology of the mask had a darker side, accentuated by its macabre Venetian resonances. In Ensor’s pictures, masks are ever-present, unsettling and difficult to distinguish from ‘real’ faces, especially through the second layer of artifice that is the painted medium. Lorrain’s Duc de Fréneuse is maddened by his perception of real faces as masks and masks as real faces: “Masks! I see them everywhere. That dreadful vision of the other night – the deserted town with its masked corpses in every doorway; that nightmare product of morphine and ether – has taken up residence within me. I see masks in the street, I see them on stage in the theatre, I find yet more of them in the boxes. They are on the balcony and in the orchestra-pit. Everywhere I go I am surrounded by masks.” To the Decadent a mask was liberating and pleasingly perverse, but it was also a symbol of the pretensions of their era’s convention and propriety, of the duplicity of human relationships and of the sinister unknown of death itself.

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