Fenimore Art Museum

The Fenimore Art Museum (formerly known as Fenimore House Museum) is a museum located in Cooperstown, New York, USA, operating under the auspices of the New York State Historical Association. It presents changing and permanent exhibitions of American Folk Art, North American Indian art and artifacts, Hudson River School and 19th-century genre paintings, and American photography.

The Museum was moved to its present location — Cooperstown, New York overlooking Lake Otsego — in 1939 due to a gift from Stephen Carlton Clark. Much of the American Fine Art Collection was donated by Clark, a generous art connoisseur.

The museum also has a great deal of material associated with James Fenimore Cooper, Cooperstown’s most famous native son, and his family. This includes furniture, portraits and paintings, personal effects and books owned by Cooper, as well as manuscripts and first editions of his writings.

The Fenimore Art Museum is closely associated with The Farmers' Museum, also in Cooperstown.

Read more about Fenimore Art Museum:  History, Fine Art, Folk Art, Thaw Collection of American Indian Art

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