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The Difference A Hand Makes

"Gericault's Hand" by Theodore Gericault.
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"Gericault's Hand" by Theodore Gericault.

The other day I was walking through the Morgan Museum in New York, and there on the wall was a little watercolor. It was the picture of a hand, a left hand, painted, said the card on the wall, by the man whose hand it was, Theodore Gericault, a French artist who died very young, when he was 33.

And when I looked at it and read about how this painting came to be in 1824, I felt a sudden pang for another artist who also died young, who died a very different, much tougher death, in more recent times. He was more or less my age, and I've been thinking about these two artists a little bit too much ever since. The one who died more recently, in 1992, was David Wojnarowicz.

 <a href="http://www.sterzing.co.uk/">David Wojnarowicz</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Th%C3%A9odore_G%C3%A9ricault_by_Alexandre_Colin_1816.jpg">Theordore Gericault</a>
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David Wojnarowicz and Theordore Gericault

I'd like to start with him.

Thirty years ago David Wojnarowicz was a New York renegade who would steal into abandoned places; his favorites were crumbling wharves along the Hudson River, where he'd paint daring images on cracked, peeling walls. He also made videos, drawings, music. His work was everywhere, he was everywhere, making art, making trouble, making friends, and all the while he was writing one of the bravest, most painful diaries I've ever read.

In the 1980s, he got HIV, then AIDS, and as he died — and he had a slow death — he wrote about what it was like for him, how the sickness crept in and pulled him, thread by thread, from the busy, vital world, until, near the end, he had become an almost vacant space. Of the world, but no longer in it.

He described all this in his diary. The words are hard to read:

David Wojnarowicz, "Untitled (Face in Dirt)" c. 1990
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David Wojnarowicz, "Untitled (Face in Dirt)" c. 1990

David died on July 22, 1992. He was 37.

When Theodore Gericault died, he was only 33. He too had been a troublemaker; his most famous painting describes a scandalous scene at sea when a French captain had abandoned innocent passengers and left them to die on a raft.

Theodore Gericault, "Raft of the Medusa"
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Theodore Gericault, "Raft of the Medusa"

Gericault was a horseman, an artistic rebel, a man about town, but after a few too many spills on a few too many horses, he was bedridden, then contracted a wasting disease, probably tuberculosis, the AIDS of that day, and in 1824, we find him stuck in bed, losing breath, unable to get up or around, and the world is receding for him, as it did for Wojnarowicz, but Gericault is luckier. Somehow, he stays attached to what's before him. His eyes don't, as David's did, "stop being cameras."

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He can still see and appreciate and draw and paint, and in this watercolor, which he literally painted on his deathbed, he extends his hand, places it on a blank page, traces it in pencil. You can see the original pencil marks at the end of some of his fingers, and then, as his last act, with his right hand he draws from the only model left to him, his veined left hand, and very soon after, he dies.

To be at the edge of your time, on the cusp of extinction, and still be working like that? This is a long way from "I am waving. I am waving my hands. I am disappearing". This is pressing your mind against the world and still saying, "Here I am. Here's what I see..."

This is a good ending. David, the unlucky one, lost his attachment, lost connection, and lost his reason to be.

So I stood in the museum, looking at Gericault's hand on the wall, and, not that you can choose these things, I said to myself, when my time comes, may I go like him, with my eyes still in the world, like Gericault, not, please, not like Wojnarowicz.


David Wojnarowicz' journals, photos, drawings were published in diary form as In the Shadow of the American Dream: The Diaries of David Wojnarowicz. (Amy Scholder, editor). (Grove/Atlantic, 2000).

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Robert Krulwich
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