The other day I received an email response from a friend about my blog. Here it is.
Dear M,
Apologies for the long delay in response to your original email, following our chance meeting. Your blog gets at many issues, perhaps too many, and that is part of why I didn’t respond earlier. The few blogs I’ve read seem to share the same flaw/habit: they are so personal and presumptive as to be confusing. Your blog makes a number of quick assertions about the planning commission, about the plaza, about the sculpture, etc, that I find myself wondering about the last sentence while reading the next…I think it is the “diary” nature of the blog. But in your latest entry, you throw out a personal observation that, I think, is at the heart of your Phoenix Rising argument, if not at the heart of your sensibilities: “[Phoenix Rising] was created by a Philadelphian for a Philadelphian.” There is the crux of the value and vision; the fact that the commission is making decisions and plans, whether or not public art is really art, whether or not public art is anything more than decoration, all those questions may be fodder for an art-class paper, but at the heart of your story is “created by a Philadelphian for a Philadelphia.” What the hell does that mean? What does it mean to be a Philadelphian rather than a Parisian or Londoner or New Yorker? Not just in the current sense of the idiots who threw things at Santa at an Eagles game, or the Phillies fan who threw up on other fans last year, what does it mean to be a Philadelphian?
Who and what was Dilworth and why is he less remembered than Rizzo? Less revered than Rizzo? How and why did Etting, a second or third-rate artist, feel the need to memorialize him? What does all this say about Philadelphia and being a Philadelphian? Isn’t Philadelphia a second or third-rate city by international standards? And yet, isn’t it home to development of one of the greatest ideas? An idea that is part of the current political and military landscape today: revolts in Egypt? Libya? You’ve made me think that being a Philadelphian is far greater than the sum of its parts…yes, architecture and history and art have passed away, but Philadelphia is still here. Washington Square is a playground/park with a single flame, and yet it was once (and still may be) a cemetery for soldiers and indigents…but the light is lit. So if Phoenix Rising is moved or lost or destroyed, there is a central question about being a Philadelphian, recognizing other Philadelphians, memorializing Philadelphians.
And then we have K’s book, which “was created by a Philadelphian for a Philadelphian.” What sense of place, what sense of shared experience, what sense of Philadelphia-ness is contained there? And as you defend Etting’s sculpture, what motivates you from your sense of place?
Good luck with the film.
I found this email fun to think about.
What does it mean to be a Philadelphian? I do not know the answer anymore than I know what it means to be a woman.
Finding out what it means to be a Philadelphian is beyond the scope of my blog and film and beyond the scope of my abilities. It may be impossible to answer that question. But it is a question worth investigating. What does it mean to be a Philadelphian?
Lately I have been struggling to create what I envision. On paper or in discussion, everything seems crystal clear or at least vaguely clear. But when I put pen to paper or my editing icon to my Final Cut Pro timeline, something falls apart. Not something that was solid and sturdy to begin with, but something that gave me the illusion of sturdiness and strength. There is an ongoing fight. An indecision. An inability to serve and guide my present through my past.
It is said Philadelphia is a city of twos. Two rivers: Delaware and the Schuylkill. Two bridges: Ben Franklin and Walt Whitman. Two thoroughfares: Market and Broad Streets. Two icons: William Penn and Benjamin Franklin.
The name Philadelphia was created from two Greek words: phileo (love) and adelphos (brother). Hence The City of Brotherly Love.
But the city of brotherly love never came to fruition. Penn’s utopian plan did not last; it barely began. While Penn’s design looked good on paper, the newly anointed Philadelphians felt differently. Philadelphians immediately began dividing Penn’s generous sized lots. Penn’s green country town quickly became a congested mess as narrow alleys were created for the designation of row homes.
So what does it mean to be Philadelphian?
Thomas Eakins painted The Gross Clinic in 1875 at the age of 31. The painting is considered by many to be the most important work of American Realism. It has been written that Philadelphia “was not an art center in the sense in which it was a medical center.” (Philadelphia A 300-Year History, p.449) Led by the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts, Philadelphia art instruction started with anatomy; Eakins pushed that instruction beyond PAFA’s standards. In 2006, Thomas Jefferson University attempted to sell The Gross Clinic for $68 million dollars.
Frank Furness, like Eakins, was another eccentric product of conservative Philadelphia. Furness’ Victorian designs were bold and innovative and his aesthetic altered the face of Philadelphia. He is regarded as having produced a “Philadelphia Style” which was carried on in the work of Louis Sullivan, Frank Lloyd Wright, and Louis I. Kahn. Furness’ designs did not last. Nearly 90% of his work in Philadelphia was demolished.
Louis I. Kahn immigrated to Philadelphia at the age of 4 or 5. Not a Philadelphian by birth, he was one by design. Kahn’s structures are low lying and monumental. The Gentlemen’s Agreement, the determining factor of 20th century Philadelphia architecture, is present in everything Kahn designed. No skyscrapers, no sleek, slender structures. Just modern-day ruins. Massive stone and concrete structures adapted to the space and light of their environments.
What does it mean to be Philadelphian? I do not know. Do these three eccentric, obsessed, failed, visionaries represent what it means to be Philadelphian? I don’t think so. But they shaped the environment that is Philadelphia. And they represent the best that is Philadelphian.
Like Penn, their visions were not accepted. They were rejected immediately by their own. Philadelphians rejected by Philadelphians.
As the above email points out Philadelphians throw snowballs at Santa Claus and vomit on 9 year old girls at Phillies games. In no other city have football fans pelted Santa Claus. That is Philadelphian. It is Philadelphia sports – a subculture of the Philadelphian. Perhaps that’s all Eakins, Furness, and Kahn are – sub-cultural Philadelphia icons, sub-cultural Philadelphians.
In the case of Phoenix Rising, what does it mean to have a sculpture created by a Philadelphian for a Philadelphian? Isn’t its relocation the rejection of two Philadelphians (Etting/Dilworth) by Philadelphians?
Like me, Philadelphia is constantly at odds with itself. It cannot escape its past anymore than it refuses to leave it. I am constantly culling information from Philadelphia history for my own work. I know that at some point I must stop. But I cannot help it. There are too many great stories and images that must not be ignored and forgotten.
Raphaelle Peale painting his scars into a piece of fruit. Eakins tearing the loin cloth off a male model in front of female students and being fired as a result. Muybridge filming nude women throwing water on one another and arguing with Eakins about the best way to photograph the action. There are myriad stories that all reflect a Benjamin Rush quote I have snipped in order to suit my own purpose, “All men are public property.”
I will not respond to everything in the email. I disagree that Dilworth is less remembered than Rizzo. If he is, that is rapidly changing: a new exhibition about Dilworth at the Pennsylvania Historical Society, the Dilworth Plaza plan incorporating details about Dilworth’s legacy, and countless articles asking “What would Dilworth do?” There is evidence that he is not only remembered but missed. Dilworth, like Santa Claus and Muybridge’s models, was public property. Perhaps that’s why we are moving his memorial. Perhaps moving his memorial is a very Philadelphian thing to do.
Right now I am looking out the window of my 18th floor apartment. I live on Washington Square. I cannot see the eternal flame because my view faces south. I see the Delaware River, the Walt Whitman Bridge, and the stadiums at the south end of Broad Street. In my quest to answer the email’s question, “What is a Philadelphian?” I am unfortunately stuck in the city of twos with a view of just one side.