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Miss Flame, Declassified

Miss Flame, Declassified
2006
15 by 12 inches
Digital Painting
Based on a photo from the “Hanford Historical Photo Declassification Project”.

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This is Fire Prevention Week's Miss Flame. Very David Lynch, isn't she?

Am I the only one who thinks a Miss Flame such as this is bizarre? We're talking a small war-time town created for the manufacture of plutonium, out in the middle of the desert, and this is the costume they come up with for Miss Flame. That's a hell of a lot of sequins for Miss Flame. Did the striking young woman happen to already own the costume for some reason and so they made her Miss Flame? Or did the men who bestowed upon her the title of Miss Flame (for they were certainly men) design this costume and have it sewn up for her, hat and elbow warmers and all? We're not talking big city, we're not even talking Spokane, we're talking tiny government town in the middle of the desert.

The dynamic of Miss Flame gives me a queasy feeling. I think it has something to do with Miss Flame being masked. Why in the world is the woman masked? She's masked in all the pictures I find of her at the Hanford Declassification Project. I don't get it. You know that what you can't see, that's out of the line of sight in this picture, is a room full of men in business suits at their tables, and the masked Miss Flame amongst them makes me uneasy.

Fire Prevention was a big deal in Hanford and Richland with those plutonium reactors out there in the middle of the fire-prone desert. Only, of course, all that was a secret. If you didn't know about the plutonium reactors, all you knew was that Fire Prevention was a big deal and no one wanted you leaving a lit cigarette butt anywhere.

I painted another version of the picture in which I kept the rug but ultimately decided there was too much going on visually. Anyway, look at the rug. It's dandelions. I never in my life would have imagined a rug glorifying dandelions. They were the "weed" in Richland yards and I don't recollect anyone finding them desireable while we lived there.

I remember a number of Saturday mornings out in the yard pulling dandelions, which was kind of crazy and useless.

Another look at Miss Flame, this time in close-up. Now, you tell me, have you ever seen someone who looks so ferociously intent on doing something with the title of Miss Flame?

Look at the set of that mouth! Those teeth! She looks every bit as determined in other pics. Except those in which she looks vaguely confused...

Well, I forget just how large Hanford/Richland was during war time. I hadn't, however, ever realized that during the war it was the 3rd largest populated area in Washington State.

The D reactor went critical on December 17, 1944, at 11:11 in the morning, and on December 26, the first charge of B reactor metal was dissolved in separation building 200-N. By then, the Hanford Engineer Works was the third largest city in the state of Washington, a thriving society that Fritz Matthias oversaw. The baseball season had opened the previous summer when six crafts had fielded teams. Where orchards and dusty scablands had been, a community of almost 50,000 people had sprung to life a safe distance south of the futuristic piles and canyons and was finding its identity. "At the game Sunday," Matthias noted proudly, "there were probably 5000 people watching. The plan is that three games will be played every Sunday until the end of the season." There were churches now in the Hanford residential areas as well as schools, bars, barber shops and beauty salons. Native Americans still pulled salmon from the river in season at a camp that dated back to the days of Lewis and Clark; Matthias supplied the tribe with trucks to haul its salmon out, since the camp was within the secure area. SOURCE: http://b-reactor.org/hanford_history_rhodes.htm

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