The Waiting Room Booklet

A year ago Marguerite Perret invited me to collaborate on The Waiting Room Project. The Waiting Room Project is a national dialog that examines women’s health issues, healthcare broadly, and access, through aesthetic, scientific, cultural, political, economic, and literary lenses. In preparation for a show and lecture in the Netherlands in the Summer of 2013, The Waiting Room Project embarked on a collaborative booklet project. I photographed waiting room set ups and wrote a short bit of text in regards to my imagery.

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Selections from the Booklet things you should know about WAITING

She Waits

She pulls up to a looming health care facility, parks her car, and makes the weary trek to the entrance. The directory eventually proves to be helpful, and she finds the appropriate floor to push in the elevator. The elevator reaches its destination. The doors slide open, allowing her to enter the doctor’s office waiting room. She checks in for her appointment at the clerical desk. “You may take a seat and wait to be called,” says the clerk. “Feel free to hang your coat and read a magazine.” She waits.

As she takes a seat, the waiting room ceases to let the outside world have a presence. The four walls provide a container for her emotions of fear, relief, threat, confusion, and comfort. The jumbled realizations of what awaits behind the door halt any sense of stability. She waits. The magazines and modern technology play out in front of her, providing little ease or comfort. She finds the scenes of flowers and winding roads in the artwork on the walls drawing her into their aesthetic scene with little relief.  Her thoughts prance around as she flicks her eyes from painting to door, painting to door. The sturdy chair she occupies becomes stiff. Attempting to cloak her sensitive mental state, she sits immobile and keeps staring forward, face stoic and still. She waits.

One, two, three people are called, but not her. She waits. The clock ticks and her fellow patients come and go. She waits. The never-ending anxious energy is simultaneously irritating and comforting. She waits.

The door opens and “Anonymous Female, the doctor will see you now” is called from the cracked opening. She stands up, takes a stride forward, and crosses the threshold.

She waits.

Deedra Baker

2012

The Waiting Room Project

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Deedra Baker 2013

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