Garth S.
Yelp
I drove slowly along Route 2, looking for the Clark Institute. I saw a sign that said "art museum." I quickly turned into the driveway, parked in front of the building and was halfway through the Williams College Museum of Art when I realized I wasn't at the Clark. Typical of me: Back in 1994, I was at BU for about three weeks before I figured out that BU was not the same as BC. Seriously. But my three years at BU turned out OK (Go, Terriers!) so I decided to stick with WCMA and see where the afternoon led.
It led me straight to the second floor exhibition on American founding documents. There, I paid obeisance to John Dunlap's original printing of the Declaration of Independence, one of only a handful known still to exist; contemplated a Committee of Style draft of the Constitution, with annotations by George Mason, a delegate from Virgina; compared an early draft of the Bill of Rights to that which was eventually ratified; and gazed wistfully at an official British response to the Declaration of Independence, wondering how to get it out of the case and into my living room.
As far as small college museums go, WCMA had enough to hold my interest. I saw a gallery full of paintings by Charles and Maurice Prendergast, whose family, I believe, had some connection to Williams College. I'd never heard of the brothers Prendergast, who, I suppose would be considered American Impressionists (or maybe post-Impressionists), and I was excited to see their paintings of places I knew in New York and Massachusetts. WCMA also had on display quite a few medieval and Renaissance religious paintings, a bunch of antiquities and, back to the Americans, a Hopper, a Homer, a Wood, and a nice cross-section of other Twentieth Century American artists.
I considered my ninety minutes or so at WCMA time well-spent, especially since admission was free. When I left WCMA, I resumed my trip to the Clark, just up the road. When I arrived, however, I decided that my unknowing detour left me all museumed out. There's just so much culture a guy can take, after all, so instead, I took a short hike through the woods and, refreshed but sticky, set forth on the slow road back to Boston.
Unless you live in the area, I don't know if it's worth going out of the way for WCMA but if you plan to be in Williamstown or North Adams for a weekend, you can definitely hit WCMA, MassMOCA and the Clark, as well as take a side trip up to Bennington, Vermont. In fact, I might do this myself next summer. Anyone want to come?