Showing posts with label mosaics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mosaics. Show all posts

Friday, 1 June 2012

Russian diary: The Church of Our Savior on the Spilled Blood


This marvelous Russian style church, built on the spot where Emperor Alexander II was mortally wounded in March 1881. The church was built between 1883 and 1907 and was officially called the Resurrection of Christ church (a.k.a. The Church of our Savior in Spilled Blood).



Architecturally, the Cathedral differs from St. Petersburg's other structures. The city's architecture is predominantly Baroque and Neoclassical, but the Savior on Blood harks back to medieval Russian architecture. The church is only a block away from Kazan cathedral which was built in traditions of Classical architecture. It is a western church in a western city, and although the cathedral held Russian Orthodox ceremonies and featured icons, it is still laid out much like a Catholic Cathedral.

Kazan Cathedral


As a result, it becomes a symbol of the liberal European influence, which Alexander III so despised and blamed for his father’s death. Alexander III insisted that his church be line of sight to the Kazan cathedral to remind his citizens of the dangers of liberalization and reform.


The glazed brick and polychrome tiles are trimmed with shining marble.







However, it is the mosaics that are the real treasure. The flamboyant exterior of the building is adorned with icons in a riot of color and becomes more mind boggling the closer you get. Inside there is almost 7,000 sq. meters of Italian marble and over 20
different Russian minerals, that embellish the opulent mosaics based on paintings by Nikolai Bruni, Mikhail Nesterov, and other religious artists of the late 19th century.









Christ and the Apostles are portrayed within the cupola, while the walls and pillars are totally adorned with other Biblical scenes or images of saints.  Mosaics fill the niches, crevices and cornices and no surface is left bare of embellishment.






In the aftermath of the Russian revolution the church was ransacked and looted of the fine wooden icons and religious alter facades.  The Soviet government closed the church in the early 1930s.  During the Second World War when many people starved to death during the siege of Leningrad, the church was used as a temporary morgue for those who died from combat, starvation and illness. It was hit by many German shells, at least one of which went through the roof, but failed to explode saving irreplaceable interior art.
After the war, it was used as a warehouse for vegetables, leading to the sardonic name of Savior on Potatoes.  Later, it was used for many years as a storage space for a local opera company.


In 1968, the church was recognized as a heritage asset. It was reopened in August 1977, after 27 years of restoration (it took more time to restore it, than to build), but has not been consecrated and functions as a Museum of Mosaics. Even before the Revolution ut never functioned as a public place of worship, having been dedicated exclusively to the memory of the assassinated tsar.


The Church is now one of the main tourist attractions in St. Petersburg. Not only does it look like what the rest of the world has become to expect fron the Russian Ortodox church, but does so in a breathtakingly beautiful and picturesque way.





Thursday, 5 May 2011

Reverence for Books

The pictures here are my latest hand bound books embellished with glass mosaics I created. For me, this is a full circle relationship with books.
When I first faced the necessity to tear up an old book to use the pages in my collages it was: “Wow, I just cannot do this!” Tearing books is still very unsettling experience for me, rooted way back in my childhood.



In Russia, from my beginning of personal awareness of books and the beauty of the written word, we were taught, “Love Books…They are the source of knowledge.” I loved the written word and remember my parent’s huge oak dining table that doubled as my supervised homework desk. I would sit at the table doing my homework but I had worked out a plan that used a pull out board under the table that held my copy of “The Three Musketeers,” a wonderfully engrossing piece of fiction so much more interesting than 8th grade chemistry. My parents were earnest and very involved in my homework focus so it was my earnest and secret agenda to blend my personal reading with that homework. I was finally caught finishing my book under a blanket with a flashlight.


The bottom line was that all books were precious to me. We were taught as children to protect and take care of books and in exchange for that care, we travelled in time and space sharing life experience of countless authors.


A secondary result is a deeply ingrained reverence for the physical protection of books. As mentioned before, I was aware of my deep seated uneasiness relating to the destruction of books to create a new piece of artistic expression. However, now I’m feeling more comfortable as I’m able to compensate the damage by making new books.


I mentioned all of this to Russ. Russ has his own history which although located in rural Wisconsin, had parallel experiences that developed his own reverence for books. To this day, Russ can not turn down a page corner of a book and he “breaks in” new books in a procedure taught to him in grammar school.


Today, Russ gave me the greatest endorsement by giving me from his precious book collection, a pair of hand bound National Geographic compilations produced in the 1920’s to use anyway I see fit in repurposing these items into new art.


I think maybe Russ really is a “keeper.”