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Screenshot from The Art of the Steal / Photo: pheezy

When I was studying art history in college, I frequently came across the name “Barnes Foundation” underneath the images in my textbooks. Unlike the other museums represented in those pages, the Barnes was not located in the heart of a metropolis like Paris or London or St. Petersburg, but in a town known as Lower Merion, Pennsylvania, a suburb northwest of Philadelphia.

This out-of-the-way location was no accident. Albert C. Barnes, the wealthy and eccentric man who amassed a treasure trove of masterworks by artists like Matisse, Van Gogh, Picasso, Monet, and Renoir — now worth somewhere between $20 to $30 billion (but at this level, who’s counting?) — kept his distance from Philadelphia’s elite society after the first public exhibition of his work, in 1923, was savaged by the city’s art establishment.

Years later, tastes changed radically in Barnes’ favor, and the city of Philadelphia, particularly its Museum of Art, cast an envious eye on the Barnes Foundation, arguably the greatest collection of art that almost no one had seen. This was due not only to its location but also its stringent limitations on visitors. During Barnes’ lifetime, prospective visitors had to write letters requesting admission from the cantankerous millionaire, who denied the likes of poet T. S. Eliot and novelist James Michener. He was more interested in having art students than celebrities in his museum. After his death, visiting hours became more regular, but were limited, as were the numbers of people allowed to see the collection each day.

A few years ago, I realized my lifelong dream of visiting the Barnes Foundation, reserving my ticket ahead of time, renting a car, and driving out to Merion, with its stone and brick colonials and dense old-growth oak trees and shrubs that gave off an air of sedate, stately privilege.

The building itself was a solid gray fortress with Doric columns, surrounded by a formal garden and a smooth green lawn. Inside, the dark rooms were packed with masterpieces hung tightly together, salon-style, in heavy gold frames. There’s a Seurat! And right next to it, a Cezanne. Look there, hidden in that corner, a Van Gogh! And don’t forget that masterpiece by Matisse tucked in the stairwell, cast in shadows.

It was hard to focus on any one artwork in particular, which was exactly the intention of Barnes, for whom the beauty of a door hinge and a painting were the same thing. I felt the pressure to take in as much as possible, since it seemed unlikely that I’d be coming back any time soon. The experience was dizzying, overwhelming, and unforgettable.

In his will, Barnes explicitly stated that his collection could never be broken up and could never leave the building in Merion he’d constructed to house it. The trouble was, the foundation Barnes set up lacked the necessary funds to keep the museum in operation. Rather than create a board of prominent rich people who could easily raise the necessary cash to keep things going, Barnes left the management of the museum to a small local African-American college of moderate means, perhaps as yet one more “fuck you” to the Philadelphia elites he loathed so much. As the house began to need repairs, the money just wasn’t there.

The museum’s financial crisis provided an opportunity for the city of Philadelphia, aided by several prominent nonprofit organizations and the state of Pennsylvania, to go to court and get a judge to nullify the dictates of Barnes’ will, a story that is presented dramatically (and some say one-sidedly) in the documentary The Art of the Steal. And so, whether it was a Machiavellian plot or a rescue mission, the city of Philadelphia fulfilled its long-desired wish to move the collection downtown.

The Barnes Foundation is now marking the one-year anniversary of its move to Benjamin Franklin Parkway in downtown Philly, just up the road from the Philadelphia Museum of Art, whose front steps were made famous by the movie Rocky. Whereas before the museum could only accommodate a limited number of visitors, today it’s a must-see city highlight, where tickets are sold out nearly every day.

Recently I traveled to Philadelphia to see the new building, which from the outside is a series of handsome boxes, some of stone, and one, dramatically floating above the others, of glass. After entering the building, I passed through a long cavernous lobby which can be (and is) rented out for private functions. From there, I entered the galleries, where I was amazed to see the rooms of the old building replicated almost exactly, right down to the canvas walls and the arrangement of the pictures. In fact, several docents boasted that the paintings had been hung “within a sixteenth of an inch” of the original layout. The only difference was that the galleries admitted more light to make the paintings easier to see.

The building is tasteful, the paintings are well cared for, the visitors are flooding in. All should be well.

And yet, as good as this all sounds, I found my visit a bit sad. As beautifully and tastefully as this all was done, it was not what the man wanted done with his stuff. Maybe what he wanted was unreasonable and silly and vindictive and idealistic and weird. But isn’t that what made the Barnes Foundation so mythic, so interesting?

What happened to the Barnes is not unique to Philadelphia, or even the art world. There’s a tendency in our culture today to clean things up, present all choices in the same sparklingly clean modern boxes, without considering what gets lost in the translation. There was something nice — and yes, perhaps elitist, in the difficult variety of the past, and I fear the charm of that variety is in danger of disappearing.

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About The Author

Aaron Hamburger

Aaron Hamburger was awarded the Rome Prize by the American Academy of Arts and Letters for his short story collection THE VIEW FROM STALIN'S HEAD (Random House), also nominated for a Violet Quill Award. His next book, a novel titled FAITH FOR BEGINNERS (Random House), was nominated for a Lambda Literary Award. His writing has appeared in the New York Times, Poets and Writers, Tin House, Details, Michigan Quarterly Review, Boulevard, and the Village Voice. He has received fellowships from the Edward F. Albee Foundation and the Civitella Ranieri Foundation in Umbria, Italy, as well as residencies from Yaddo and Djerassi. He has also taught writing at Columbia University, NYU, and the Stonecoast MFA Program.

  • Andrew Stewart

    The Barnes Foundation was founded in 1922 in Merion PA, one year prior to the 1923 show at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts in Philadelphia. So Barnes had already begun building his Foundation outside of the city limits of Philadelphia before he knew the reaction of the art critics to that exhibition. This and many other basic facts about Barnes, the foundation and its history are misrepresented in the “Art of the Steal”.

  • Andrew Stewart

    The Barnes Foundation was founded in 1922 in Merion PA, one year prior to the 1923 show at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts in Philadelphia. So Barnes had already begun building his Foundation outside of the city limits of Philadelphia before he knew the reaction of the art critics to that exhibition. This and many other basic facts about Barnes, the foundation and its history are misrepresented in the “Art of the Steal”.

    • Sarah Mo

      That doesn’t change the fact that he explicitly stated in his will that the collection was to remain as part of the art school he created, something he was adamant about in the face of the overwhelming response to the exhibition. The political struggle surrounding the collection since then has been highly contentious since that time, and ultimately the city of Philadelphia manipulated resources in order to obtain the pieces for its own financial benefit.

    • Carlo Alcos

      Thanks for the clarification Andrew. I notified the author of this piece who made an adjustment to make it more accurate.

    • Aaron Hamburger

      Thanks for the clarification on the dates. It is true Barnes was planning to build the museum outside the city before that exhibition, but the reaction to it “hardened his resolve” to build the museum outside the city, according to James Panero, editor of the New Criterion. And Barnes’s lifelong distaste for the Philadelphia’s art elite, its socialites, and its famous museum, which he called a house of “intellectual prostitution” is well documented. I do agree with Sarah that he explicitly stated in his will that the collection was supposed to stay where he’d left it, and I think it’s hard to believe he would approve of the move.

  • Chia-Yi Hou

    I really enjoyed this post. I do think there is something significant to be mourned when things like this happen. I felt it when I see the dozens of new super-high rise buildings in Shanghai that replaced the small houses and streets that my parents grew up in. I feel it now in Singapore when I see new construction over what used to be open fields. It is always a bit sad to think that we can never recover what was once there. By moving the paintings, more people will have access to them, but something about the experience and how the paintings exist are lost.

  • Jacquie Proctor

    Coming from San Francisco to see the original Barnes museum was one of the most exciting and enjoyable art experiences I ever had. I am glad his displays have been reproduced as promised, but I agree that the feeling of discovery that came with the original setting is likely gone for those who see it now. It was also wonderful to not be crowded in the rooms or rushed to leave.

  • Brian Stein

    I never saw the collection in Merion, but I did see it last summer on a whirlwind stop between flights — literally. That and an impressionist show at the Museum plus a cheese steak then back to the airport and home to Toronto. My thoughts on the way everything is hung are at odds with yours. I thought it was a mash up, difficult to view, sometimes, impossible to locate a painting you knew was part of the collection. Barnes has always sounded like a rich curmudgeon, not my kind of people. For me, it’s always about the art, and the Barnes reminded me of the art collection in the Vatican — it’s all out there, but fuck the viewer. I am reminded of the Japanese collection who paid more than $30 million for a Van Gogh Irises and wrote in his will the painting was to be buried with him. A modern day Pharoh! I think in the end he rethought his wishes.

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