The City At Dusk (the Twin Towers)

The City at Dusk

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The City At Dusk (The Twin Towers)

Oil paint on canvas, 40” x 30”

Many moments in our lives gain significance only in hindsight. Such was the case one day over ten years ago, that I spent in Manhattan with friends and family. We shopped, went to the Metropolitan Museum, watched a show on Broadway – and at some point in the growing dark, stopped to take a few photos of the City, blossoming with internal lights.

The photo had been long forgotten when I came upon it in an old file this summer. The impact of suddenly seeing the Towers again was like a physical blow.

I had been in the midst of painting a series of landscapes based on the countryside of Cherokee County, my home in Georgia. Rolling hills, old barns, and train depots occupy these canvases. But upon remembering my long ago trip to New York, I felt compelled to drop the hometown scenes and pay a tribute.

Thus it is that the skyline of New York came to reside in a collection of landscapes from Georgia. Its presence in my studio is glaring, a painting of harsh lines and black amidst images of rolling greens and red Georgia clay of Cherokee’s hills.

Yet it is not misplaced. The Towers of the World Trade Center belong to Cherokee County: to America, to all the places where memories live. They are our inheritance. The day the Towers came down, Americans rose up. We became one people, and the Towers became a part of all of us. Rising into an endless sky, their columns endure, abiding in the eternal Landscape of the American Consciousness.


  1. Nancy Whiting says:

    The shock of seeing this haunting image among these quiet landscapes feels not unlike the bewildering shock of the news reports as they interruped that beautiful crisp autumn September morning

    • Ann Litrel says:

      Yes – it was a bit of a shock finding the photo a year later, also. Just seemed like the right thing to do – to paint it.
      Occasionally you’ll hear in our house a quotation from John Stone, a poet and heart doctor at Emory university. It goes something like “…or death can come suddenly – like a doorknob coming off in your hand…”
      Where were you when 9/11 happened – do you remember…?

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