Brie Dodson
This is one of the few pieces I've ever
painted that wasn't strictly
representational. It depicts a dark and
barren landscape, a disturbing one, with
various unexplained elements kindling to
flame.
I made this painting in response to the
terrorist attacks of Sept. 11, 2001. It
was, and is, beyond my comprehension to
understand how lives can be consumed in
an instant; or how last moments can be
prolonged so terribly, as people chose
to jump to their deaths, rather than
succumb to the pressing flames. For my
own part, I mourned the loss of a
terrific "art pal" with whom I'd
corresponded: Michael Noeth, a Navy
illustrator. He was on the phone to his
former art teacher in New York City,
checking to make sure she was all right,
when Flight 77 hit the Pentagon and the
line went dead.
Michael once wrote, "My inspiration to
be an artist? I don't think there was
any. I really didn't choose to be an
artist. I was drafted. It was as if God
said, "What part of 'you are an artist'
do you not understand?'" Another time,
he advised: "You paint what you paint!
Don't let anyone try to tell you
otherwise... My landscapes are of places
I have been. Burning oil wells in the
Persian Gulf are not what most people
would hang above their sofa. I have a
file that is overflowing with rejection
letters... What I am saying is this: You
can spend your time pleasing everybody
else, doing work that is not true to you
(and it will show) – or stick to your
guns."
Michael spoke the truth, and he is gone
now. There is no bringing him back.
When I made this painting, I was
thinking of the fire of transformation:
a terrible light that destroys, yet
purifies. Later I realized that the fire
of the Spirit does not destroy. However
painful, however much it may consume, it
only cleanses. The painting depicts that
annealing, purifying moment when the
soul itself leaps to flame.
It's difficult to see in reproduction,
but on close examination, the painting
itself reveals a human figure at the
base of the flame, with its hands
clasped in prayer. I didn't
intentionally paint that figure, but
it's there. Now that time has passed,
the painting reminds me of the presence
of the Spirit throughout the most
desolate of times: sometimes as a gentle
flicker, other times an all-consuming
fire. |