The Yale Center for British Art is an art museum at Yale University in New Haven, Connecticut which houses the most comprehensive collection of British Art outside the United Kingdom. It concentrates on work from the Elizabethan period onward.
The Center was established by a gift from Paul Mellon of his British art collection to Yale in 1966, together with an endowment for operations of the Center, and funds for a building to house the works of art. The building was designed by Louis I. Kahn and constructed at the corner of York and Chapel Streets in New Haven, across the street from one of Kahn's earliest buildings, the Yale University Art Gallery, built in 1953. The Yale Center for British Art was completed after Kahn's death in 1974, and opened to the public on April 19, 1977. The exterior is made of matte steel and reflective glass; the interior is of travertine marble, white oak, and Belgian linen.
The Center is affiliated with the Paul Mellon Centre for Studies in British Art in London, which sponsors the "Yale-in-London" undergraduate study abroad program, publishes academic titles, and awards grants and fellowships.
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