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Alice Walton, daughter of Wal-Mart founder Sam Walton, bought Asher B. Durand's Kindred Spirits at a closed-bid auction at Sotheby's on May 12. The price was said to be over $35 million. Walton says she will put the painting in Crystal Bridges, a museum she plans to build in the Waltons' home town, Bentonville, Arkansas, population about 20,000.

This is dismaying. The painting belongs in New York, as Michael Kimmelman and others have observed. And the course of the sale raises a few questions.

In the first New York Times article on the sale, which appeared on April 11, Paul LeClerc, the director of the New York Public Library, said that he hoped that Kindred Spirits and 18 other paintings would be purchased by local institutions. He promised to give local museums "preferential payment terms," and Times reporter Carole Vogel wrote that "By selling [the paintings] through Sotheby's, the library would be able to assess its options in time for Sotheby's December auction of American art."

But that isn't what happened. On April 29, Vogel reported that the library and Sotheby's had abruptly changed their plans. Instead of waiting until December, they now planned to sell Kindred Spirits in early May in a closed-bid auction. Suddenly they were in a hurry. And in a hurry, last week, the painting was sold. The Metropolitan Museum of Art and the National Gallery of Art collaborated on a bid, but it fell short. This is not any great surprise. Public museums can't afford to buy on the open market works of art whose value has matured. They get great works by buying them before they are popularly appreciated or by receiving them as gifts.

No one has said why the library's plans changed. Perhaps Sotheby's advised the library that there was a risk that art-loving citizens might protest and find a way to block the sale. Exactly this possibility had been mooted, in a strange way, in Vogel's original April 11 article:

''Sure there may be some politician who starts screaming that New York patrimony could be lost,'' said John Wilmerding, an American art scholar and Princeton University professor who was asked to advise the library. ''But that would be unfair and unrealistic.''

I did not then and do not now understand why Wilmerding's tone was sarcastic. Why did he think of screaming politicians when he imagined people who might be fond of a work of art and regret its loss? Why did he suggest that there would be something shrill about wishing to preserve the city's patrimony? It turns out that Wilmerding has conflicting allegiances. He's a trustee of the National Gallery, who tried and failed to buy the painting, and he is also a paid consultant to Alice Walton. According to a May 14 report by Vogel, he will be working as a Crystal Bridges curator.

Losing Kindred Spirits

I'm very happy that Thomas Bender has registered a protest against the imminent loss of Asher B. Durand's painting Kindred Spirits. Before the painting vanished, I hadn't realized how much I would miss it. Kindred Spirits used to hang in a gallery on the third floor of the New York Public Library, to the right of the door to the permissions office. Every time I visited to apply for access to a scholars' reading room or to get clearance to read manuscripts, I saw it. It was an oddly casual relationship to have to such a great work of art---one of the city's unexpected boons. I have probably seen it once every two or three months for the past five years.

In the painting, the poet William Cullen Bryant and the painter Thomas Cole are standing on a rock that juts out from a lush New York forest. One man is holding his hat, his head bowed as if reverentially, while the other points to the vista behind them---to the natural world that both admired. Bryant probably would have thought it appropriate that I enjoyed his portrait while on errands. He wrote his poetry in stolen hours, and he thought of it as a fugitive pleasure. "Ah! 'twere a lot too blest / Forever in thy colored shades to stray," he wrote in the poem "Autumn Woods." For ten years Bryant was a lawyer, and then for almost half a century he was the editor of the The Evening Post. The newspaper was no mere day job, however. As its editor, Bryant opposed slavery, advocated prison reform, called for better public schools, and campaigned for a city park. He was in many ways the conscience of New York. Perhaps because of his double career, to me the painting has always seemed to symbolize not just the friendship of two individuals, and not just the fellowship of poetry and painting, but the kinship felt by lovers of the beautiful from all walks of life. I'm not qualified to say whether the painting was important as a painting, but I feel confident that there's no better emblem of early nineteenth-century America's ideal of culture.

The painting of Bryant and his friend isn't hanging beside the library permissions office any more. It was removed on Wednesday, April 13. By the time I visited on Friday, tax day, nineteen of the library's paintings were gone, including another I was fond of, John Singleton Copley's portrait of a lady with a squirrel. An editorial in the New York Times that morning described them as still on display, but they weren't. For a while, though, a visitor could see the zigzag pattern of emptiness where they used to be, among the dozen or so minor portraits of antebellum worthies left behind and not yet re-arranged. Now even that's effaced.

The trustees of the library have decided to sell its best and most famous paintings at auction. The New York Public Library has held art, books, and manuscripts since its inception, much as the New-York Historical Society did and still does. But the trustees of the library believe that its core mission today is to collect the written word and provide access to it. The library is not set up to exhibit art efficiently, they argue, and the income from the auction is needed for its endowment. I am sure they did not make the decision lightly. Durand's painting alone is estimated to be worth $25 to $30 million, and I would not want to be the person forced to decide between keeping it and acquiring $30 million worth of books and manuscripts. Unless the library continues to collect the papers of twentieth- and twenty-first century writers, it will not remain the premier archive that it is, and unless it continues to acquire new books, it will not remain current as a research institution.

Nonetheless, this is a significant loss. Bryant himself may have respected economic realities, but it seems especially hard for the library to let this painting go. Bryant's daughter gave the portrait to the library. Next-door, a park is named for Bryant and presided over by his statue. The library has many of Bryant's manuscripts and much of his and his family's correspondence. It has one of his family's photo albums. It even has his wallet and all its contents at the moment of his death.

I wonder if the trustees have applied too rigorously the business principle of pruning down to the core. The library does, after all, mount half a dozen exhibits a year---last year's show of James Gillray's eighteenth-century engravings was mesmerizing---and hundreds of tourists stream through the building daily. And perhaps the trustees have defined too narrowly what that core is. A cultural institution owes something to its history, and it always means a little more than the services it provides. Must Kindred Spirits be privatized?