Page 48 - Studio International - January 1965
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Richard Brown Baker
1 U.S. collectors of modern art-1 by Kenneth B. Sawyer
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A scant century ago the American collector. like the
Argentine millionaire. was a cherished figure of fun.
No vaudeville turn was complete without him. no genre
comedy could resist the magnet of his presence. If
on occasion he turned ugly-his turpitudes usually
amounted to Havana cigars. a taste for alien vices
(champagne). and poor-but-honest maidens (he
wished to marry them. but only for their beauty!)
it was to be foiled by a bumpkin: some horny-handed
fellow innocent of foreign fancies. Despite his gold. his
lot was not an easy one. To those whose birthright was
embedded neath the stones of Europe. culture (what
ever is wrought by man and inheritable by man) was
a comforting word and concept. On the western slopes
of the Atlantic. we held both word and concept more
gingerly.
Conversely. the collector might be a Mephistophelean.
presence. felt rather than seen in the shadows of society.
Protected by the ramparts of his wealth. he acquired
art as he acquired money-systematically, unsenti
mentally, and ruthlessly. Like his box at the opera or
his name on a charitable subscription. art was a mani
festation and symbol of his affluence and power.
Generally by means of agents. acting independently
and anonymously. English libraries. French chateaux.
Spanish cloisters, and painting, statuary, and bric-a
brac from everywhere entered his domain. Like Jourdan.
he was sans gene. he was innocent; a gentleman as
the sum of his possessions: I own. therefore I am.
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