The Art of the Story
Twenty years ago this month, the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum suffered the largest art heist in history. The crime remains unsolved.
The story always begins with the late-night visit by fake cops. The guards always get bound with duct tape and lashed to basement pipes; the thieves always spend a luxurious 81 minutes cutting and smashing their way to a fortune in rare paintings, sketches, and bronzes; the motley suspects always appear in a virtual perp walk; the FBI always reminds the public about the $5 million reward; and museum leaders always plead, via press release, for clues to the whereabouts of the worldâ€™s most famous missing art.
Twenty years have passed since the night the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum became synonymous with nefarious mystery. Since then, itâ€™s been all heist, all the time.
The case is unforgettable for its diametric, diabolic opposites: The thieves did so little, and got away with so much. They didnâ€™t have to rappel through a ceiling or dance among laser beams or drop smoke bombs. They dressed up in costume, drove down to the Fens, rang a buzzer, and told a lie. Then they walked away with more than $200 million in treasure.
Thirteen pieces were taken that night: five paintings, five drawings, an etching, an ancient beaker, and a bronze eagle finial that once topped a Napoleonic battle flag. The oldest item is more than 3,000 years old, the youngest about 130. They were created centuries and cultures apart, in the Netherlands, France, and China. The artists worked in oils and charcoal and metal and ink, and the importance of their creations is almost incalculable.
For nearly a century, these works had a home in the Fens, and then one morning â€” March 18, 1990 â€” they didnâ€™t. Boston dimmed a bit that day not because a couple of bad guys pulled off an audacious feat, but because they severed our relationship with irreplaceable artistic beauty. â€śThousands of people are now unable to experience these works of art,â€ť says Gardner curator Alan Chong. â€śSomething that might inspire people â€” that might transform lives â€” is missing.â€ť
All that remains are microscopic bits of paint, and canvas, and the frames â€” those famously vacant frames. The frames remain hanging not per Isabella Stewart Gardnerâ€™s will and its legendary mandate that her collection never be changed, but rather because they represent the hope that the masterpieces will be recovered.
â€śWe see them as placeholders,â€ť says Anthony Amore, the museumâ€™s director of security since 2005. â€śTheyâ€™re going to be filled again.â€ť
81 Minutes, $500 Million
Investigators can break the theft down to the minute, but haunting questions remain.
What Was Lost, Why It Matters
Each of the stolen pieces stands out in its own way. Each is an exquisite study of something interesting: light, narrative, society, symbolism. Collectively, their continued absence represents â€śa tragedy for art history,â€ť says Gardner Museum curator Alan Chong. Here, he highlights special characteristics of nine of the missing 13.
What About DNA Clues?
The Boston Globe explores a possibility.
No one has ever been arrested in the heist, though the FBI has looked hard at a slimy lineup of guys, half of them now dead.
Investigators have chased leads from Milton to Maine to Las Vegas to Japan. Theyâ€™ve convened a grand jury. Theyâ€™ve reminded the public, year after year, about the Holy Grail of incentives to come forward with information: a $5 million reward from the Gardner, plus immunity from the feds. At this point, everyone just wants to see the art back where it belongs.
What are the chances? â€śIf this were any other type of property, Iâ€™d be pessimistic about getting it back,â€ť says special agent Geoffrey Kelly, the FBIâ€™s lead investigator on the case for the past nine years. â€śBut art can stay hidden for decades before it comes back.â€ť
Meanwhile, the Gardnerâ€™s security has never been tighter. Guards undergo extensive background checks and training. Cameras â€śof every size and capabilityâ€ť are hidden throughout the museum, equipped with night vision, low light, covert, pan, tilt, zoom â€” all the latest technology. Those are just a few of the changes. â€śI know of a number of larger institutions that donâ€™t have anything close to what we do,â€ť says Anthony Amore, who became the security director five years ago and has obsessively built a massive case database that he revisits daily. The museum has theft insurance now, too. Big lesson, brutally learned.
Heist hotline: If you have information on the Gardner theft, call the FBI at 617-742-5533 or Anthony Amore at 617-278-5114, or e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org.
â€ś…For the Education and Enjoyment of the Public Forever…â€ť
What if the heist of the century turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to the Gardner?
High above the north door of the Dutch Room hangs a painted wood sculpture of a beggar on his knees, appealing to St. Martin. A Bavarian artist made the piece around 1520, Isabella Stewart Gardner bought it in Paris in 1897, and 15 Boston schoolchildren now stand before it on a bright January morning in the year 2010. The children look up at the sculpture, the beggar looks up at the saint, and from atop his trotting horse the saint looks out on the quiet room.
â€śThe one on the ground looks very poor,â€ť one of the fifth graders says, meaning the beggar. The girls and boys have walked over from Maurice J. Tobin Elementary, a public school in Mission Hill, to participate in a museum program that teaches critical thinking through the analysis of art. The students have been told nothing about the sculpture, not even the title; their assignment is to describe what they see. â€śHis clothes is not very good-looking â€” thereâ€™s holes,â€ť the one boy continues. â€śThe lady on the horse is very well dressed.â€ť
The students spend a few minutes politely debating whether the longish-haired figure on horseback is in fact male or female. Isnâ€™t he a little too pretty to be a man? Doesnâ€™t the riderâ€™s sidesaddle pose mean itâ€™s a woman? â€śI donâ€™t know,â€ť a boy says, â€śbut it makes me think of Christopher Columbus.â€ť Nearby hangs a large Rembrandt self-portrait in oils, from 1629. Noting the artistâ€™s nearly shoulder-length hair, a girl deduces the sculpted figure on horseback isnâ€™t a woman at all. They all take a moment to think about that. â€śThat horse is so happy about something,â€ť a boy says, and then everyone lines up single-file and heads down to the basement classroom, for some sketching.
The museumâ€™s upper chambers and corridors carry on in monitored silence. Hidden cameras watch from every angle. Blue-blazered guards hold their stations, with instructions to listen and observe, tempting though it may be to chat with visitors. Thatâ€™s what the volunteers in the yellow â€śAsk Meâ€ť buttons are for. â€śHow often do people ask about the stolen art?â€ť one volunteer is asked. She says, â€śWell, weâ€™re supposed to say weâ€™d rather not focus on the 13 pieces we donâ€™t have but on the 2,500 pieces we do.â€ť
This time of year, itâ€™s hard not to think about the heist. Boston naturally revisits the Gardnerâ€™s unlucky 13 â€” as well it should. Unless the missing art looms large in the public consciousness, it might never be found.
The volunteer does have a point, though. The museum may have lost exquisite pieces, but itâ€™s still a respite of expressed genius, rarities at every turn â€” â€śIsabellaland,â€ť the writer Francine Prose once called the four-story replica of a Venetian palace and its eclectic, intimately arranged contents. â€śThe Gardner Museum is not only interesting in itself but also as an icon, a symbol, and a distillation of what makes Boston interesting: the tension between Puritan abstemiousness and our acquisitive passion for things, between Yankee self-denial and southern European sensuality,â€ť she wrote in the New York Times.
The Gardner has the countryâ€™s only Piero della Francesca fresco and what is reported to be the countryâ€™s only Piermatteo dâ€™Amelia, Annunciation, not to mention stunning works by Rubens, van Dyck, and Rembrandt. (Gardnerâ€™s protĂ©gĂ©, the art scholar Bernard Berenson, called Rembrandtâ€™s aforementioned self-portrait â€śone of the most precious pictures in existenceâ€ť when he urged her to buy it in 1896.) Titianâ€™s Europa has been called the most important Italian painting in America.
There is Raphaelâ€™s PietĂ in oil on wood, and also Michelangeloâ€™s PietĂ in black chalk on paper. One of the oldest pieces is Giottoâ€™s Presentation of Christ in the Temple. The galleries and halls are otherwise filled with irreplaceable treasure spanning 30 centuries: tapestries, bureaus, busts, scrolls, tiles, chairs, chalices, mantelpieces, columns, candlesticks, choir books, letters, lace, pennants, windows, photos, friezes, scepters, coffers, plates, glass, andirons, manuscripts, sofas, textiles, swords, and more paintings, all arranged by Isabella Stewart Gardner herself. She started collecting in her late 40s and she did not stop thinking about her art until her death, at age 84, in 1924.
She died in her summer bedroom, at the southeast corner of the museumâ€™s fourth floor. The room today contains a conference table and overlooks the construction of the museumâ€™s new 70,000-square-foot wing, designed by the renowned Italian architect Renzo Piano. Scheduled to open in 2012, the addition will house a concert hall as well as the museumâ€™s educational and community programming, leaving the palazzo for the purpose Isabella had in mind: a showcase for the art, â€śfor the education and enjoyment of the public forever.â€ť
The Gardner has had a few key moments in its 107-year history. March 18, 1990, was one of them, and this is one of them. Not since Isabella Gardner premiered her museum home on New Yearâ€™s Day 1903 has the place projected such momentum. Twenty years ago, youâ€™d have been hard-pressed to find a group of public school fifth graders participating in a Socratic discussion of 16th-century sculpture. Twenty years ago, in fact, the Gardner seemed to be sinking â€” slowly, almost imperceptibly, like Venice.
At the time of the heist, the museum lacked a climate-control system, an oversight that exposed the art to corrosive fluctuations of temperature and humidity. There was no fundraising or membership strategy, not even a finance officer. The museumâ€™s leaders rarely applied for grants (apparently asking for money was considered uncouth), and some of the staff stonewalled change. Even the cafĂ© was failing. To foster improvements in that kind of atmosphere â€” well, good luck.
Then along came a couple of thieves.
The 1980s and early ’90s were good years for art crooks. Between 1985 and 1988 alone, the number of thefts reported to Interpol doubled. The illicit international art trade had become a $1 billion-a-year business. Thefts drove up prices, which drove up the cost of insurance. Like a lot of smaller, private museums, the Gardner wasnâ€™t covered for theft. Nor did it have a particularly sophisticated approach to hiring and training its guards or fortifying its valuables.
The conditions were almost ideal for what happened. In fact, given the climate for thievery, the prospect of a burglary was daunting enough for Anne Hawley, the Gardnerâ€™s new director, to nearly turn down the job. â€śYou cannot get a nightâ€™s sleep,â€ť she told the Globe at the time. She had been in her new position for six months when her worst fears played out in duct tape and bravado.
The theft put a harsh spotlight on the importance of museum security, of course, but it revealed other problems, too. At the time of the heist, Hawley and the Gardnerâ€™s newly expanded board of trustees were already strategizing a renaissance; the crime forced them to confront an urgent need for deeper community outreach â€” not just concerts, but also lectures and school programs. â€śWe really stepped up the public work because we wanted people to know what was here, what we were about,â€ť Hawley says. â€śWe wanted to bring back the kind of life that had been here in the beginning and that stopped when Gardner died.â€ť
There was also the unpleasant need for money. At the time, the endowment stood at nearly $27 million, generating only $1.3Â million a year toward the $2.6 million it cost to run the Gardner. The heist may not have galvanized the community at large in terms of giving, but the trustees and the art world began to rally, and within a year the museum had secured $700,000 of the $6 million needed for a climate-control system, mostly through a grant from the National Endowment for the Humanities. â€śThey had a program that we fit right into, and that was fortuitous,â€ť Hawley says. â€śIt was the professional cultural leadership in this country that really got behind the Gardner.â€ť
Building on that momentum, the Gardner in the next two years opened a special-exhibitions gallery, featuring John Singer Sargentâ€™s restored El Jaleo, and sponsored its first artist-in-residence, poet MartĂn Espada. â€śWe were at a watershed moment anyway,â€ť Francis Hatch Jr., then the trusteesâ€™ president, told reporters, â€śbut the theft made it sharper.â€ť
At the 10-year mark, the museum consulted experts in all the â€ślegacy programsâ€ť â€” music, horticulture, contemporary art and artists, education and scholarship â€” and devised a blueprint for the future. Activities were expanded from Sunday chamber concerts to after-hours mixers, special exhibitions, and educational partnerships with nearby public schools. Attendance increased 30 percent; 178,400 people visited the Gardner last year. The endowment did nothing but climb; today, it stands at $94.7 million.
At the time of the heist, the Gardner had 921 members; last year there were 3,476. â€śThis is one of those places you always drive by and never get invited inside,â€ť Mayor Tom Menino told the crowd during the Piano ceremony. He was joking, of course, and a little bit wrong. More Bostonians are getting invited inside than ever before.
Some are getting inside without ever setting foot in the Fens. More than 3,900 fans follow the museum on Facebook, and the Twitter streams @GardnerTheft and @gardnermuseum have picked up 1,891 followers and counting. The popularity of the museumâ€™s classical music podcasts â€” people around the world download the concerts â€” suggests an ever-widening reach via the Gardnerâ€™s website. In the tradition of succĂ¨s de scandale, heist-inspired books, websites, and documentaries keep a certain fascinated attention on the museum.
And now, we build,Â trustee president Barbara Hostetter said at the Piano ceremony in January.
Outside, construction crews were laying the foundation of the wing that stood in detailed miniature on a Tapestry Room display table. If everything goes as planned, the $114 million glass-and-copper-clad addition will bring an airy balance to the palazzo, whose interior may be magic and wonder but whose exterior is as about as exciting as a cardboard box.
The new building will extend 50 feet from the palazzo, a respectful yet intimate distance, as in conversations, Piano said. The formidable iron fence will come down and a part of it will be donated to Mount Auburn Cemetery. Visitors will enter not from the Fenway, but rather from Evans Way Park, amid gardens and a new greenhouse. A horticulture classroom will overlook the greenhouse, and there will be two 600-square-foot artist-in-residence apartments and conservation labs. The cafĂ© and museum shop will be moved and expanded. The Gardnerâ€™s own narrative will be centralized for the first time, in an information space called the Living Room. â€śBeauty is not just romantic; beauty is intense experience,â€ť Piano said at the unveiling. â€śBeauty is one of the things that can compete with the big emotions like power. When beauty achieves that kind of intensity â€” this is what weâ€™re trying to do here, in a modest way.â€ť
The bonus for Boston is â€śa lot more civic space,â€ť Hawley says. The educational programsâ€™ classroom will move from the basement to a large, light-filled area. The museum will have room to work not only with children but also with their families. â€śItâ€™s our job not to be a brand or to be surfing the zeitgeist but to play a deep role in these legacy areas and just stay with it, to be able to respond to community needs,â€ť she says.
Not long ago, she came across a group of fifth graders who participate in the arts education program. When Hawley asked one student if this was her first time at the Gardner, the girl said, â€śIâ€™ve been coming since second grade!â€ť So Hawley is talking not just about field trips, but also about the creative potential thatâ€™s unleashed when students build a lasting relationship with art.
Maybe all of this would have happened without the events of 20 years ago, but itâ€™s more reasonable, and romantic, to think otherwise, to draw meaning from the fact that Isabella Gardner hung a signature coat of arms that features a phoenix, that mythical bird that rose from the ashes.
Itâ€™s been suggested that as the Gardner becomes a museum for the next generation it install an exhibit dedicated to the heist. But to memorialize that â€śbarbaric act,â€ť as Hawley once called it, would be opportunistic, sensationalistic â€” throwing dirt on the coffin.
Better to let the empty frames hang, the calendar turn, and the schoolchildren make sense of mounted saints until the art finds its way home.
Key moments in the life of the Gardner Museum.
April 14, 1840 – Isabella Stewart is born in New York City.
April 10, 1860 – Isabella marries John Lowell â€śJackâ€ť Gardner, a shipping magnate. They move to 152 Beacon Street.
1891 – Isabellaâ€™s father dies, leaving her a $1.75 million estate. Isabella buys Vermeerâ€™s The Concert at an auction in Paris, for about $6,000.
1894 – With the help of art scholar Bernard Berenson, Isabella buys her first major Italian work, Botticelliâ€™s Tragedy of Lucretia.
1896 – Isabella and her husband buy Titianâ€™s Europa and Rembrandtâ€™s Self-Portraitâ€”the first piece bought with the intention of creating a museum.
1898 – Jack Gardner dies. Inheriting $2.7 million, Isabella buys land in the undeveloped Fens and goes on with her museum plans.
1899 – The museumâ€™s construction begins.
1902 - Isabella moves into the fourth floor and spends months installing her collection; the museum opens the next year.
1924 – Isabella, ailing from a stroke, dies in her summer bedroom on the fourth floor. In her will, she directs more than $1 million of her estate to the museum and orders that the museum be made available â€śfor the education and enjoyment of the public forever.â€ť
1925 – After Isabellaâ€™s death, the museum reopens under its first director, Morris Carter.
1985 – Gardner trustees discuss adding a wing to the museum and installing a climate-control system.
1988 - The Gardnerâ€™s board of trustees expands from seven to 11 members in an effort to revive the museum, which is operating at a deficit and sorely needs attention.
1989 - Anne Hawley becomes the fourth director in the museumâ€™s history and quickly begins pushing for improvements.
March 18, 1990 – Thieves make off with 13 irreplaceable works in a crime that stuns Boston.
1991 – The Gardner marks the first anniversary of the heist with a special exhibit of Italian Renaissance drawings, medals, and books.
1991 – A mob figure named George Reissfelder tells a prison friend that the stolen Gardner art is hidden in a â€śsafe houseâ€ť in Maine but dies before revealing the details. The FBI doesnâ€™t get the tip until 2008; agents search a Maine house but find nothing.
1992 – The Gardner sponsors its first artist-in-residence, poet MartĂn Espada, who would go on to win a Guggenheim fellowship.
1992 - The Gardnerâ€™s new special exhibitions gallery opens, featuring the recently restored El Jaleo by John Singer Sargent, and drawing 39,000 visitors.
1994 - Thanks in large part to Senator Ted Kennedy, Congress makes art theft from a museum a federal crime and raises the statute of limitations from five to 20 years.
2009 - The Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court rules that building a new wing would not violate Isabella Gardnerâ€™s will. The addition is scheduled to open in 2012.
Photo illustration by Marco Prozzo
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