I just finished the book Stealing Rembrandts by Anthony Amore and Tom Mashburg.
I enjoyed it, though it felt it a little cluttered in style to me, referring forward to events not yet defined and backward to references not memorable enough to stick. (While I understand that Rembrandt is the focus of the book, it also felt that they avoided even mentioning the other pieces included in heists, which seems like it should be a potentially pertinent detail.) It was fascinating, and at times, very sad read.
(Seeing as I view art theft pretty much up there with murder I’m a bit biased, I will admit. Especially when from museums, that steals from everyone, from the future, and is destroying the only remnant left of the artist…)
It was fun to read about the heists described, and shows (to no surprise) that the movie villains and scenarios have little or nothing to do with the reality of art crime. I’ve run across the assertion that major paintings are used as collateral in the drug trade several times, so it was interesting to see that theory pretty thoroughly debunked.
My biggest issue with the book was a lack of color photos! No about of describing the subtlety of his light/color/whatever can approach the reality, but for a book about art crime a decent quality color photo on proper art paper should be a given. Grainy black and whites on regular paper do not cut it!
I was telling a friend a month or two ago about how one of the poetry challenges my creative writing teacher posed was to write three poems all connected, but in a not obvious manner. So I wrote three poems under the heading the Dutch Room, about three of the paintings that were stolen (and are still missing) from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum.
ART THEFT AT ISABELLA STEWART GARDNER MUSEUM
Boston, Mass. March 18, 1990
The Gardner Museum was robbed by two unknown white
males dressed in police uniforms and identifying themselves
as Boston police officers. Upon gaining entry, the two
unknown subjects abducted the on duty security personnel,
securing both guards with duct tape and handcuffs in remote
areas of the museum’s basement. While in the museum from
the hours of 1:24 a.m. to 2:45 a.m., the unknown subjects
seized thirteen works of art, the values of which have been
estimated as high as 300 million dollars.*
The Dutch Room
The dark seas roil,
angry waves crash
in white tops, they toss a boat.
Light pours from a crack in the clouds,
spilling onto a swollen, flapping sail,
pale and bowed, a tired dove’s wing.
Breaking Storm on the Sea of Galilee.
The light of the sky and water merge
-cream clouds billow, liquid sparkles,
pushing the ship into the dark.
The world is tilted sideways,
falls out of its frame
And is gone.
Feeble winter light
falls aimlessly from the left.
It lands on a chessboard floor
with arrogantly perfect perspective.
Two paintings on the wall stare,
dead eyes revealing nothing,
looking down on a tight trio.
A girl in a yellow shirt,
perfect satin folds
with a touch of pigment,
her hair primly pulled back.
She plays an instrument,
pale face concentrating,
while a lone pearl earring
glimmers, a single star.
The man has his back to us,
wrapped in the music,
A woman sits,
We could almost see her face.
Red drapery pulls it all together.
The table in front, the clothes,
the back of the man’s chair.
It folds on itself,
and is lost.
Storm clouds spread,
a blackish purple bruise
overtakes blue sky.
Grey haunts the horizon
and melts into the far off cliffs,
lurking in the background,
approaching the obelisk.
It stands alone,
proud and distant,
outlined in reflected white.
A shimmering spear.
Landscape with an Obelisk.
Much closer are the twisted trees,
their twigs vainly reach for light.
A dry brush vaguely hints
at a tired stone bridge
arching under the ages
and a warm town,
cowering before the storm.
A river meanders through,
trapped piece of azure
reflecting the lost sky.
Puzzle in middle tones,
confuses the experts
and is missing
before it is solved.
*largely appropriated from the FBI’s website
I’m sorry to say that I never got to see the paintings in person, I had to rely on photographs and knowledge of the artists’ other works. Though I have since seen the empty frames still waiting for their paintings to return. It’s a gorgeous museum, and they’re planning quite an expansion, stop by for a visit if you’re in the Boston area.