Labyrinth of Desire
Katherine Ware, Curator Photography, New Mexico Museum of Art

We’ve walked on the moon, our species. We’ve filmed luminescent sea creatures in
the ocean deep, peered into active volcanoes, and studied Antarctica before it
melted away. But the human mind continues to be one of the most uncharted
frontiers of all. From his beginnings as a photographer, Frank Rodick has
consistently explored this terrain, breaching the crenellations of the cerebral cortex to
probe the limbic system, where our animal selves hunker. A medium recognized for
its excellence in recording surfaces, photography is a challenging tool for plumbing
the recesses of the brain. However, because it so easily creates a mirror world, a
place parallel to our own, photography is also adroit at recontextualizing
recognizable subjects to create new meanings. Rodick exploits this paradox and, as
his career progresses, continues to use techniques that sever images from
conventional interpretation, pushing viewers to engage with them in a less
straightforward manner. “As hallucinatory as they may seem,” Rodick writes, “the
images I work to create are ones that feel to me more intimately real than our
cursory experience of everyday life, and that give voice to the inner worlds that exist
in each of us.”

Rodick began his photographic career doing black-and-white street photography,
which developed into the series Liquid City (1991–1999). Having grown up in
Montréal where his parents owned a downtown book shop, the artist considers the
cityscape his photographic starting point, a place where he was captivated by the
diversity of human tableaux. To portray his subjective conception of city life as “an
ongoing carnival of paradox, uncertainty, and restless solitude,” Rodick emphasizes
the ebb and flow of its daily rhythms in the photographs, from commuters rushing
through subways (plate 1) to people immobilized by having nowhere to go (plate 6).
The dynamism of the images elicits a physical empathy on the part of the viewer, as
the denizens of Liquid City hurtle toward us or jostle past impatiently, engaging us
vicariously in the urban tempo.

These qualities are conveyed by the artist’s masterful use of blur and distortion,
which offer a compelling sense of animation and urgency, as well as reinforcing the
unknowability of the fellow human beings in our midst. We are close enough to touch
these people but they remain ciphers. We see exemplars, rather than individuals: the
vendor, the commuter, the busker, the loner (plate 5). Faces are obscured or
exaggerated into a clownish leer, a mask of resignation, or else disintegrate
altogether into the atmosphere (plate 3, right). These untitled images were made in a
variety of international cities, but Rodick does not identify the locations. This lack of
geographical grounding suggests a global urban culture of anonymity and
homogeneity, while reminding us that experiences ultimately take place in our
internal landscapes, wherever we may be standing.

Overall, the impression is one of darkness, isolation and sometimes dread. In the
background of one picture, an inky smear transmogrifies into a black dog attacking a
man from the rear, the devil on his back (plate 2). In another, a figure bundled
against the weather takes on the appearance of a cowled skeleton, as though even
the Grim Reaper walked among us, unnoticed in the crowd (plate 4, right). Only a
few playful children seem to escape the weight of existence in this body of work,
perhaps a touch of nostalgia on the part of the artist.

In a smaller, concurrent series of black-and-white photographs, sub rosa (1995–
1997), Rodick moves into the studio to work with the classic genre of the female
nude, bringing a freshness to the subject while again pursuing the theme of human
insularity (plate 7). These photographs, made initially with expired Polaroid film, seek
to evoke the artist’s experience of the paradox of intimacy and mystery between
human beings, and specifically between the genders.

As in the Liquid City photographs, these images are filled with movement but are
redolent with the presence of a sole figure. The artist has selected essentially frontal
views of the model that emphasize the torso, creating a sense of close proximity
between subject and viewer. The model’s interaction with the photographer becomes
her interaction with us, and establishes a level of private engagement (plate 10). We
are alone with her, she advances and gyrates, reveling in her own body (plate 8,
below). A haze emanates from each of the figures, suggesting the force field of the
female form and our powerful sensual responses to unclothed bodies.

Headless as they are, these women have presence, striding and swaying toward us,
displaying flesh, but keeping us at the distance of an outstretched arm (plates 9 and
11). They are not temptresses but more like fascinating enigmas. While the naked
form suggests that all is revealed, its surface is mutable and we get no clues to the
identity, thoughts, or feelings of these women. The title of the series, sub rosa (a
Latin term referring to secrecy), underscores the tightly held nature of such

Having spent nearly a decade on street photography with one foray into the studio,
Rodick shifts both content and technique in his next series, Arena (2002-2005). In
his first two bodies of work, Rodick trained his camera on the human figure and employed a variety of methods to obscure the medium’s precision, emphasizing his interest in the subjective nature of reality and the emotional gulf between human
beings. In Arena, Rodick pivots inward, looking beyond our insistently opaque
exteriors to reveal the chaotic interiors they guard so closely. As the name
Arena implies, Rodick offers an open space, a stage for the playing out of psychic
dramas. The action in this Arena is purely psychological, although (as in dreams) it is
expressed in human form, an essential referent in Rodick’s work.

This time, Rodick begins with video, using it to capture footage of live models and
pre-existing images, such as movies from a television screen, which he further
manipulates and combines to create the prints (plate 12, right). As in sub rosa and
Liquid City, these images are not characterized by stasis, randomly snatched as they
often are from low-resolution moving pictures. Degraded and imprecise, they
reinforce our sense of being outside the boundaries of normal reality. The artist
again harnesses the powerful associations of the mimetic image while always
working to subvert the documentary quality of photography. Here, too, the approach
approximates the vivid but indistinct quality of the fantasies and nightmares that play
nightly in the private theaters of our minds (plate 14).

The individual images can be disturbing to view, showing bared teeth, a mouth in
mid-scream, or fingernails like claws, all of which put the amygdala in our brains on
high alert (plate 13, above). We see details of faces for the first time in this work,
and, far from being blank masks, these creatures in extremis exude urgent but
unspecified emotions (plate 15). Ambiguity is central to these works, encouraging the
active, subjective participation of the viewer. For some, they summon brutal images
of violence, torture, rape. Rodick’s aim is not to call to mind any particular scenario,
but these interpretations are valid insofar as the images are constructed with the
ambition of eliciting a raw, unmediated response in viewers (plate 16). This is
claustrophobic work that reminds us in vivid terms that we are each alone with our
passions and demons and that sometimes the two are hard to tell apart. Rodick is
most interested in bringing to the surface the feelings and sensations buried deep
within us, a viscous stew of baseness, ecstasy, and fear.

Titles become prominent for the first time in Arena, but they are as elliptical as the
images. Rodick delights in prodding the dark chamber of the mind with the dark
chamber of the camera, so instead of revealing the artist’s intentions, the titles
simply add another ripple to troubled waters. “My hope is to create a kind of sensual
directness in these pictures, a bypassing of the rational self that depicts, projects,
and engages primeval emotions while addressing such fundamental issues as
memory, eros, mortality and pain,” the artist writes. Using words like “reveries,” “memento,” and “fragments,” Rodick urges us toward a contemplative reading of the work. Other choices, such as Porneia, “crucifixion,” and “abattoir” are more
reactionary and easily trigger a gut response, although the latter two are complicated
when placed in the context of the complete titles (Memento of a third floor crucifixion
(Re-collection, no. 3), plate 16, right; Fragments of a celestial abattoir, plate 18, right,

Using color for the first time in Arena, Rodick tones some prints to amplify their
emotional charge with the or- ange hue of corroded souls or the blue of a television
screen flickering at 4 am (plates 14-17), to play against a more neutral grey. He also
begins using multiple images within a single composition (diptychs, triptychs,
polyptychs) arranged in a linear and usually horizontal manner that mimics a line of
type. The format suggests an unfolding of events as well as something that can be
read sequentially, engaging a temporal dimension. The multiple panels hold our
attention as we make futile attempts to construct a meaningful narrative from a
hermetic loop. As the series progresses, the artist begins working with the idea of a
grid of images – culminating in Fragments of a celestial abattoir (plate 18) – and
moves beyond a strictly linear format.

Rodick uses the themes and techniques of Arena as a springboard for his
subsequent series Faithless Grottoes (2006-2008), as can be seen in an arguably
transitional piece such as Two figures, triptych no. 1 (plate 20).
Taken as a whole, Faithless Grottoes is the most compelling, eloquent synthesis of
the artist’s preoccupations to date. His use of found images, multiples, and selective
color are familiar, but are used more freely and confidently in this engulfing, largescale
work. We see more interrelatedness in the images, moving us around the
compositions. The increase in the number of images in a single composition gives
the work a more filmic tone and a stronger illusion of narrative, though the tight
mashup of pictures continues to resist rational storytelling. Rodick also intensifies his
palette in this body of work, taking advantage of the more saturated reds, oranges,
and blues of color photography. Titles are again a significant element and often refer
to some of Rodick’s favored authors and poets, including Franz Kafka, Louis-
Ferdinand Céline, J.M. Coetzee, and Paul Celan.

While Arena is tremendously atmospheric and suggestive, Faithless
Grottoes presents somewhat more developed and individualized states. In The
longest night has twenty faces, its title taken loosely from the poetry of Celan, Rodick
combines four images of varying size and color (plate 23). Three provide snatches of
a figure – faces and hands – printed in a chill, ghostly blue that evokes the spirit
world of memory. The atmosphere of loss radiating from these images is offset by a panel in the lower left corner of a man (or is it a woman?) furiously gnashing his teeth, the face flashing red. Without any clear storyline, the work clearly
communicates the power of this rage and its terrible repercussions. In Rodick’s piece
Room 36 (time on earth) (plate 24), a progression of events is also strongly implied.
The title is derived from the name that the French writer Céline gave to his personal
conception of hell as a banal, secular, and thoroughly human destination and
condition. The artist’s visualization is far more menacing, however, with its fearsome
orange overtones of entrapment, restraint, and predation.

The composition Love, on the other hand, while having no narrative thread, provides
us with perhaps the clearest indication of subject matter in the artist’s oeuvre (plate
25). In it, he juxtaposes five iterations of the same face, its shifty eyes deep in
shadow and its lips parted. The title conjures up the brambled, contradictory nature
of a common emotion, love, which can encompass jealousy, carnal lust, dominance,
revenge, secrecy, humiliation, and a host of other things not found in valentines.
Moving from left to right, we slam up against a dark patch at the end of the picture,
perhaps standing in for the treacherous tar pit in which love mires its victims.

It is not uncommon for Rodick to use the same image in different compositions, but
in some cases he has returned to a finished piece and reworked it into an alternate
version. The Faithless Grottoes series reprises Porneia, which originally appeared in
Arena and appears in the later body of work as a triptych (plates 15 and 21). The first
piece is composed of five prints, toned a steely blue. Each shows a contorted face
scored by perpendicular white lines, invoking windowpanes through which we
surreptitiously glimpse something illicit. In the second incarnation, two faces from the
earlier composition are magnified and joined with a new countenance; their facial
contortions and the angle of their heads conspire to create a thrashing, flailing effect,
with an overlay of black lines that remind us of the cross hairs of a scope or a

Even more gripping are the several works springing from Arena’s sixteen-image
composition La pucelle (the maid) (plate 17), an affectionate nickname for the
French historical figure Jeanne d’Arc (Joan of Arc). Three works sharing the title
Decrement – Decrement, as triptych; Decrement (All flesh/63 chambers) (plate 26);
and Decrement (Tenebrae) – attest to Rodick’s fascination with her story (and Carl
Dreyer’s interpretation of it in the film The Passion of Joan of Arc), based on her
intense religious conviction and the dramatic heights and depths that developed from
it. The searing orange hues and scorched blacks of these bravura images, along
with the beseeching expression of agonized ecstasy on the woman’s face, dramatically convey the complexities of extreme emotional states and the uncertain boundaries between them.

Rodick’s most recent work, begun in 2009 and still underway, treats some of the
ideas from Faithless Grottoes in a slightly more representational manner, relying less
on dramatic juxtapositions. These color pieces, collectively titled Revisitations, hew
to the artist’s usual palette and are much smaller and generally quieter than the
imposing pieces in the previous series. In a drastic reversal of scale, these pictures
are ideally meant to be held in the viewer’s hands, seen privately by one person at a
time. Each print is encased in a wooden box with a lid, an elegant but spare
container. The boxes recall the presentation of some of the earliest photographs
made, daguerreotypes, which were customarily housed in palm-sized, velvet-lined
cases. The artist also refers to nineteenth-century photography and cased images by
vignettting several images and in the way he prints (plates 28 and 30), possibly to
evoke a sense of elegy, memory, or loss.

The images themselves are especially gruesome, including a lynching, a mangled
horse, and bared fangs (plates 28, 29, and 32). These are primarily found images,
some of which have a more historical and documentary quality than Rodick’s
previous selections. While the artist retains the technique of multiple, spliced images,
he has, for the first time since Liquid City and sub rosa, maintained a consistent size
for all the prints in this group. Instead of being about the bestial cesspool of our
souls, these images appear to be about an actual hell on earth, human
transgressions heinous enough to require a closed lid.

Even so, the lid opens. The witnessing of the malady of being human – in its fulsome
range of extremes, contradictions, and complexities – is perhaps the primary
motivation for Rodick’s work. His ruminations on the frantic lives going on behind our
social facades lead not to redemption but back to the hard fact of itself. But the
nihilism that oozes like blackstrap molasses from some of these pictures is not
unrelieved by a tang of sweetness. The search for meaning, the drive to make sense
of the fragments of our earthy abattoir, is as ineluctable a human trait as all the rest.
“Perhaps in not finding that meaning,” Rodick writes, “a kind of alternative meaning
comes about, one based more on bearing witness to this conundrum, on observing
that the journey returns to the center as opposed to finding its destination, which
existed only in our imagination.”