Perhaps Philadelphia is finally learning to embrace their inner Eakins, if for no other reason than the tourism buzz and accompanying dollars generated by the selling of The Gross Clinic and its new alternating homes at the more accessible PAFA and PMA. The almost complete ignorance of Eakins, one of America's greatest painters, in his own home town of Philadelphia has always been a great source of frustration for myself and my other art-loving friends here in the City of Brotherly Love.
Of course, now that the city fathers have decided to loose a living, breathing "Eakins" upon the world, the next step will be which "Eakins" will be portrayed: the misunderstood genius of Lloyd Goodrich's writings, the borderline sociopath "revealed" recently by Henry Adams, or some amalgam of the two. One step at a time, I guess. One step at a time.