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        The 
        Crucifixion is surely 
        one of the greatest of Eakins' explorations of the potentially difficult, 
        pained relation of the soul and the world. There is a deliberately unresolved 
        quality to many aspects of the work. Eakins suspends his Christ figure 
        uneasily between the dust and dirt of the world (visible in the figure's 
        feet, fingernails, and uncut and broken toenails) and a state of sublime 
        spiritual calm beyond earthly concerns and contingencies (felt in the 
        elegant lines of the figure's body and the serenity of his delicately 
        bowed head). The viewer is similarly placed in an unresolved, in-between 
        position as a result of the low angle at which Christ is presented. Rather 
        than standing below Christ approximately at the level of his feet, where 
        crucifixion altarpieces customarily locate the spectator, we are positioned 
        approximately half-way up his body, encountering him not distanced from 
        us, floating over us as a God, but with an uncomfortable intimacy and 
        equality. Adding to the effect, the boyish grace of the frail body defines 
        the figure neither as entirely man nor God, but at an unresolved in-between 
        point. 
      As in so many of Eakins' other 
        works, the hands are the place where the contrasting pulls of the body 
        and the spirit are felt. As our eyes move around the edges of the painting 
        from one limb to another in a counterclockwise direction–from the tortured 
        left hand (which recalls the mother's hands in The Gross Clinic), 
        to the slightly more relaxed right hand, to the calmly grounded feet, 
        and then up along the delicate legs and serene body, Eakins, the devotee 
        of time-lapse photography, presents us with the equivalent of a time-lapse 
        photograph of Christ's migration from the travails of the flesh to the 
        composure of the spirit as one nail after another is pounded into him. 
        It is as if we are watching Jesus gradually lose consciousness on his 
        way to death, as if his spirit were in the process of releasing itself 
        from his body before our eyes. (The absence of a sword mark in the figure's 
        side is another sign that Eakins has chosen to focus precisely on the 
        moment in which Christ hovers in transition between life and death.) 
      It is critical to the meaning 
        of the painting that Christ's state of spiritual composure and elevation 
        is achieved against the ground of the physicality and earthy ordinariness 
        in his situation. For all of the ultimate spirituality of the depiction, 
        this an emphatically human Christ, with realistically untanned 
        skin, displayed in the full harshness of early afternoon sunlight, the 
        weight of whose upper body is truly felt to be hanging from a cross-beam. 
        Eakins uses the weave of the canvas (visible through the rocks and sky) 
        and the materiality of the paint itself (crudely applied with a pallet 
        knife in the same areas) to further de-idealize the depiction. The combination 
        of the graininess of the canvas and the scuffed, unfinished treatment 
        of the pallet-knife passages gives the work a material tactility and tangibility–even 
        as Christ's state of repose commemorates his power to make those physical 
        realities bear spiritual meanings. 
      This emphasis on the materiality 
        of the painting (and the materiality of the persons, events, and objects 
        depicted) is one of the most important aspects of Eakins' greatest work. 
        He frequently painted on untreated or burlap canvas with somewhat thinned-down 
        pigments to allow the grain of the canvas to show. He used the technique 
        especially in his depictions of men's clothing to create the effect that 
        the viewer is not looking at an idealized, oil-painted representation 
        of cloth, but at actual cloth itself (as in his Portrait of Leslie 
        Miller). He often posed his sitters in chairs with worn lacquer and 
        frayed upholstery (as in his Portrait of Amelia Van Buren). The 
        shoes of many of his sitters are scuffed or beat-up (as in The Dean's 
        Roll Call). Their clothes are baggy from use, wrinkled, or creased 
        from storage (as in the Portrait of Letitia Wilson Jordan and the 
        Portrait of a Lady with a Setter Dog). The presence of these mundane 
        realities is central to the meaning of Eakins' work. 
      The deeply pragmatic implication 
        is that our most profound imaginative attainments take place within 
        the materiality of the world–not as an escape or vacation from it. 
        Rather than leaving material experience behind even briefly, we must shape 
        our destinies inside it. That, I take it, is the deepest meaning 
        of the Gross and Agnew portraits (and of all the other works I have examined). 
        Gross's and Agnew's intellectual poise and balance are not states of detachment 
        from but engagement with the welter, mess, and confusion of the 
        practical events around them. Eakins aspires to take his art a least a 
        little down off the wall and bring it into contact with the world, taking 
        its interests and forms of expression from everyday life. To paraphrase 
        a line from Robert Frost, the pragmatist (whether surgeon or artist) understands 
        that the best way out is always through. As Eakins' Christ demonstrates, 
        our supreme spiritual performances are staged, not as a release from, 
        but as an expression of our loving immersion in and embrace 
        of the contingencies and pains of all human experience. To invoke 
        James' metaphor one last time, we must shape our performances within 
        the "barbed-wire complications." 
      As he did in the Rowland painting, 
        Eakins uses handwriting in The Crucifixion to communicate the quality 
        of the principal figure's mind–though, in this case, by contrasting the 
        central figure's physical and spiritual state with the physical and spiritual 
        state of those doing the writing. Christ's imaginative achievement is 
        brought home to us by the difference between his sublime calm and composure 
        and the hysteria of the handwriting on the signage above him. The smooth 
        cleanness of his bodily line is visually played off against the physical 
        crudity of the inscription's Greek and Roman characters (whose irregular 
        zig-zags are visually echoed and reinforced by the crown of thorns immediately 
        under them). I would note parenthetically that, as on the Rowland frame, 
        the style of the writing matches its content: The agitation and ugliness 
        of its scrawl parallel its taunting, snidely sarcastic message. The clumsiness, 
        ignorance, and lack of composure of the minds and hands that made the 
        placard contrasts with the sensitivity and grace (in both the physical 
        and spiritual senses of the word) of Christ's expression of himself. 
      If writing is the place where 
        mind most visibly becomes hand (in Emerson's metaphor) or verb (in Dewey's)–the 
        line where idea and action meet–there may be said to be a kind of writing 
        in each of these paintings, pen and ink being only one of the forms it 
        takes. In Eakins' view, we write our intentions and meanings on the world 
        in many different ways. Christ "writes" his state of grace in 
        his physical deportment. Rowland "writes" his ideas not only 
        in his formulas and calculations, but in the rulings his machinery inscribes 
        on pieces of glass (like a painter writing his ideas in light), and in 
        the focus and firmness of his posture and pose. The rowers "write" 
        their identities in the large shapes of their overall performances and 
        in the smaller forms of the whorls and ripples that mark the paths they 
        take. The hunters in the shooting paintings "write" their intentions 
        and knowledge in their shifting acts of coordination and balance. Gross 
        and Agnew "write" their wisdom and skill in many different ways: 
        in the effect of their words on their students (and on the recording secretary 
        who is prominently featured in the Gross portrait), who themselves then 
        go on to write their remarks down. They also "write" their ideas 
        in the form of their actions on their patients (cuts inscribed on them 
        with pen-like scalpels). 
      But I have omitted what is 
        arguably the most important aspect of the acts of writing in these paintings 
        (and the most important aspect of the acts of writing they depict): their 
        temporality, evanescence, and mutability. For Eakins, the writing we do 
        in both life and art–whether we construe the concept literally or metaphorically–is 
        constantly decomposing, melting, and transforming. It is always being 
        superseded by new acts of writing. It is in motion. 
      Eakins' interest in the study 
        of motion is well documented. It is generally acknowledged that his study 
        of the photography of Eadweard Muybridge and his photographic experiments 
        with the Marey wheel and rotating camera shutters (both of which produce 
        a series of rapid exposures on a single photographic plate) informed a 
        number of his paintings of human and animal bodies in motion–The Freeman 
        Rogers Four-in-Hand and The Swimming Hole, for example. But 
        what has been less commented upon is the consciousness of time and change 
        displayed by virtually all of Eakins' work. Whether his figures are moving 
        or still, Eakins' work, like that of the pragmatists in this respect as 
        well, is deeply committed to honoring the flow of experience. 
      It is more than a pun on the 
        subject matter many of his outdoor paintings to say that the meanings 
        and relationships in Eakins' work are written in water. There is a profound 
        awareness of the fugitiveness of experience at the center of each of the 
        works I have discussed. In the hunting and rowing paintings, birds are 
        on the wing, a gun is being aimed, a second or two more or less and everything 
        and everyone will have changed. One hunter will have fired his shot; others 
        will be raising their guns to fire theirs; and every hand, arm, foot, 
        and boat will be in a slightly different position, rebalanced and recoordinated 
        with every other one. In Turning the Stake, only a split second 
        after the moment imagined, the Biglin brothers will have completed the 
        turning movement, changed their postures entirely, and begun pulling upstream 
        on the next leg of the race. 
      Though the fugitiveness of 
        experience may be less obvious in the other paintings I have considered; 
        it is equally present. I already pointed out the implicit temporality 
        of The Crucifixion–the time-lapse aspect of its understanding 
        of experience. In the clinic paintings, a minute more or less and each 
        of the positions will have shifted. Gross and Agnew will be at different 
        points in their operations and lectures. Even the portrait of Professor 
        Rowland, apparently so much more static in its presentation, registers 
        motion and change–not only with the surprising lightness and animation 
        of Rowland's right hand, the flicker of the rainbow that floats above 
        his left, the whirl of the equipment behind him, and the activity of his 
        assistant, but, even more importantly, in the movements of mind melting 
        and dissolving one into the other depicted on the frame. The dynamism 
        of the writing captures the flow and revision of the experimental process 
        itself, as if Eakins were presenting motion-study snapshots of Rowland's 
        brain. It displays the partial, provisional, ineluctably temporal unfolding 
        of an unending process of scientific exploration and discovery. To paraphrase 
        Emerson at a thoroughly pragmatic moment, what Eakins' frame depicts is 
        not "thoughts" but the drama of "Man Thinking." Eakins' 
        interest is not in product, but process. 
      The point is the tentativeness, 
        partialness, and incompleteness of all acts of "writing" 
        in Eakins' work–both the actual and the figurative, both the artist's 
        and the ones he depicts. William James appreciated this aspect of "writing" 
        (both his own and others'), when he talked about the provisionality of 
        all acts of intellectual codification. At one point in A Pluralistic 
        Universe, in an attempt to verbally capture the flowingness of experience, 
        he even unleashes a cascade of metaphors that find coincidental echoes 
        in Eakins' water pictures and motion studies: 
       
         
          …abstract concepts are 
            but as flowers gathered, they are only moments dipped out from the 
            stream of time, snap-shots taken, as by a kinetoscopic camera, at 
            a life that in its coming is continuous. 
         
       
      In an earlier essay, using 
        a metaphor that deliberately calls attention to the fugitiveness and evanescence 
        of all writing, James compares his own work to a series of "blazes" 
        or "spots" through a pathless wood or, in terms that take us 
        back to the frame of the Rowland painting, "a few formulas, a few 
        technical conceptions, a few verbal pointers" which only indicate 
        the outline of a provisional and constantly adjusted course of action: 
       
         
          Philosophers are after 
            all like poets. They are path-finders. What everyone can feel, what 
            everyone can know in the bone and marrow of him, they sometimes can 
            find words for and express. The words and thoughts of the philosophers 
            are not exactly the words and thoughts of the poets–worse luck. But 
            both alike have the same function. They are, if I may use a simile, 
            so many spots, or blazes,–blazes made by the axe of the human intellect 
            on the trees of the otherwise trackless forest of human experience.… 
          No one like the path-finder 
            himself feels the immensity of the forest, or knows the accidentality 
            of his own trails. Columbus, dreaming of the ancient East, is stopped 
            by pure pristine America, and gets no farther on that day; and the 
            poets and philosophers themselves know that what their formulas express 
            leaves unexpressed almost everything that they organically divine 
            and feel. So I feel that there is a center in truth's forest where 
            I have never been: to track it out and get there is the secret spring 
            of all my poor life's philosophic efforts; at moments I almost strike 
            into the final valley, there is a gleam of the end, a sense of certainty, 
            but always there comes still another ridge, and so my blazes merely 
            circle towards the true direction; and although now, if ever, would 
            be the fit occasion, yet I cannot take you to the wondrous hidden 
            spot to-day. To-morrow it must be, or to-morrow, or to-morrow; and 
            pretty soon death will overtake me ere the promise is fulfilled. 
          Of such postponed achievements 
            do the lives of all philosophers consist. Truth's fullness is elusive; 
            ever not quite, not quite! So we fall back on the preliminary blazes–a 
            few formulas, a few technical conceptions, a few verbal pointers–which 
            at least define the direction of the trail. 
         
       
      The most pragmatic aspect of 
        Eakins' work is his understanding of all action and expression as ineluctably 
        rough, imperfect, and partial. Painting after painting tells us that the 
        transactions between the mind and the hand are denied either finality 
        or perfection. As The Gross Clinic shows us, there will always 
        be messy spatters of blood (or paint) where there shouldn't be, and hesitant, 
        uncertain pauses while we deliberate what to do or say next. James wrote 
        that "we realize this life as something always off its balance, something 
        in transition," and D. H. Lawrence continued his thought with a phrase 
        that unconsciously echoes James' formulation: "we must balance as 
        we go." It is a metaphor that might be applied literally to Eakins' 
        hunters, sailors, and rowers, and figuratively to all of his depictions. 
        There is no goal to reach, no end to the process of balancing and rebalancing. 
        Where mind is a verb, there can be no resting place, no end to the activity 
        of expressive realization. There can only be an ongoing series of forever 
        unfinished acts of expression. 
      As every artist (and writer) 
        knows, the process of moving from abstract conception to practical execution, 
        of translating from mind to hand, of making mind a verb, inevitably involves 
        accepting the imperfection of enacted truth. There is no pure truth, no 
        complete truth, no eternal truth in the world of practical expression. 
        There is no rising above the partialities of space and time. Meanings 
        made in space and time are forever subject to decay in space and time. 
      The mind may be able to imagine 
        meanings that rise above spatial imperfection and temporal contingency, 
        but the meanings made by the hand are irredeemably spatially imperfect 
        and temporally contingent. They are partial, provisional, and (in James' 
        favorite term) "fluxional." The movement from mind to hand and 
        back to mind that Eakins depicts is itself forever on the move. It won't 
        sit still to have its picture painted, and when it is arrested pictorially, 
        it reminds us of how experience keeps moving beyond any particular pictorial 
        expression of it. There are few artists who more instinctively understood 
        life as an endless, imperfect transaction between elegant, orderly ideas 
        and unresolved, imperfect practices. The truth of the mind can stand still, 
        but for Eakins, as for Emerson, James, Dewey, and all pragmatists, the 
        truths of the hand must remain in motion.... 
      –Excerpted from Ray Carney, 
        "When Mind is a Verb: Thomas Eakins and the Doing of Thinking," 
        in Morris Dickstein (ed.) The Revival of Pragmatism: New Essays in 
        Social Thought, Law, and Culture (Durham, NC: Duke University Press, 
        1998), pp. 377–403.  
      The preceding 
        material is a brief excerpt from Ray Carney's writing about American painting. 
        To obtain the complete text of this piece or to read more discussions 
        of American art, thought, and culture by Prof. Carney, please consult 
        any of the three following books: American Vision (Cambridge University
        Press); Morris Dickstein, ed. The Revival of Pragmatism: New Essays 
        on Social Thought, Law, and Culture (Duke University Press); and Townsend 
        Ludington, ed. A Modern Mosaic: Art and Modernism in the United States 
        (University of North Carolina Press). Information about how to obtain 
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