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The Maverick's Museum: Albert Barnes and His American Dream
by Blake Gopnik
During our time in Philadelphia I had heard of the Barnes Museum but we never visited it because of the need to make reservations. And, it was easier to hop on public transportation to get the Philadelphia Museum of Art. But I was interested to learn about Barnes and his collection.
What a character Barnes was! Progressive and anti-racist, a man who treated his employees more than fairly. He hired a gay man to tutor him. He was also vengeful and vindictive, sensitive, and mercurial in his friendships.
Barnes childhood led him to identify with the downtrodden. His own rise and achievements, becoming a doctor and entrepreneur, manufacturing a remarkable drug to prevent blindness in babies, made him imperious and certain that all men and women could improve themselves and their lives.
In 1872, Barnes was born in Fishtown where rowhouses were filled with textile factory workers. The family later relocated to a rough South Philly neighborhood prone to flooding. He gained admission to the exclusive Central High School, an early public high school with a progressive mandate that conferred bachelor’s degrees.
His Methodist mother took him to rural camp meetings where he discovered “the realm of mysticism” that he believed lead him to a love of art. The African Americans’ hymn singing gave him a deep respect for Black culture, although still maintaining stereotyping he never “managed to shed.”
With wealth, Barnes became obsessed with buying cutting-edge art. His philosophy of art was inspired by his friend, John Dewey and his theory of education based on experience.
Barnes was drawn to art by the Ashcan school and Picasso, but particularly liked Renoir and Cezanne. He branched to collect African masks and even farm implements and tools. Although he spoke about the ‘plastic’ in art, he did show a favor for female nudes.
Barnes gave his workers six hour work days and provided educational classes. He believed in bringing art to the ordinary man on the street. When he built the Barnes Institute to house his collection, he wanted to keep out the elite intellectuals and limited who could gain entry.
The biography kept my interest. I admired Barnes and I found him appalling, but always interesting. I appreciated the illustrations of the art work talked about in the book. I thoroughly enjoyed this read.
Thanks to the publisher for a free book through NetGalley.
What a character Barnes was! Progressive and anti-racist, a man who treated his employees more than fairly. He hired a gay man to tutor him. He was also vengeful and vindictive, sensitive, and mercurial in his friendships.
Barnes childhood led him to identify with the downtrodden. His own rise and achievements, becoming a doctor and entrepreneur, manufacturing a remarkable drug to prevent blindness in babies, made him imperious and certain that all men and women could improve themselves and their lives.
In 1872, Barnes was born in Fishtown where rowhouses were filled with textile factory workers. The family later relocated to a rough South Philly neighborhood prone to flooding. He gained admission to the exclusive Central High School, an early public high school with a progressive mandate that conferred bachelor’s degrees.
His Methodist mother took him to rural camp meetings where he discovered “the realm of mysticism” that he believed lead him to a love of art. The African Americans’ hymn singing gave him a deep respect for Black culture, although still maintaining stereotyping he never “managed to shed.”
With wealth, Barnes became obsessed with buying cutting-edge art. His philosophy of art was inspired by his friend, John Dewey and his theory of education based on experience.
Barnes was drawn to art by the Ashcan school and Picasso, but particularly liked Renoir and Cezanne. He branched to collect African masks and even farm implements and tools. Although he spoke about the ‘plastic’ in art, he did show a favor for female nudes.
Barnes gave his workers six hour work days and provided educational classes. He believed in bringing art to the ordinary man on the street. When he built the Barnes Institute to house his collection, he wanted to keep out the elite intellectuals and limited who could gain entry.
The biography kept my interest. I admired Barnes and I found him appalling, but always interesting. I appreciated the illustrations of the art work talked about in the book. I thoroughly enjoyed this read.
Thanks to the publisher for a free book through NetGalley.