Here's a view of the Crystal Palace, a cast-iron and plate-glass building
originally erected in Hyde Park, London, England, to house the Great Exhibition
of 1851.
This is part of Ruskin's response to the edifice:
For three hundred years, the art of
architecture has been the subject of the most curious investigation; its
principles have been discussed with all earnestness and acuteness; its models
in all countries and of all ages have been examined with scrupulous care, and
imitated with unsparing expenditure. And of all this refinement of
inquiry,--this lofty search after the ideal,--this subtlety of investigation
and sumptuousness of practice,--the great result, the admirable and
long-expected conclusion is, that in the center of the 19th century, we suppose
ourselves to have invented a new style of architecture, when we have magnified
a conservatory!
It is to this, then, that our Doric
and Palladian pride is at last reduced! We have vaunted the divinity of the
Greek ideal--we have plumed ourselves on the purity of our Italian taste--we
have cast our whole souls into the proportions of pillars and the relations of
orders--and behold the end! Our taste, thus exalted and disciplined, is dazzled
by the luster of a few rows of panes of glass; and the first principles of
architectural sublimity, so far sought, are found all the while to have
consisted merely in sparkling and in space.
Let it not be thought that I would
depreciate (were it possible to depreciate) the mechanical ingenuity which has
been displayed in the erection of the Crystal Palace, or that I underrate the
effect which its vastness may continue to produce on the popular imagination. But
mechanical ingenuity is not the essence either of painting or architecture, and
largeness of dimension does not necessarily involve nobleness of design. There
is assuredly as much ingenuity required to build a screw frigate, or a tubular
bridge, as a hall of glass;--all these are works characteristic of the age; and
all, in their several ways, deserve our highest admiration, but not admiration
of the kind that is rendered to poetry or to art. We may cover the German Ocean
with frigates, and bridge the Bristol Channel with iron, and roof the county of
Middlesex with crystal, and yet not possess one Milton, or Michael Angelo.
Well, it may be replied, we need
our bridges, and have pleasure in our palaces; but we do not want Miltons, nor
Michael Angelos.
Truly, it seems so; for, in the
year in which the first Crystal Palace was built, there died among us a man
whose name, in after-ages, will stand with those of the great of all time
[Turner]. Dying, he bequeathed to the nation the whole mass of his most
cherished works; and for these three years, while we have been building this
colossal receptacle for casts and copies of the art of other nations, these
works of our own greatest painter have been left to decay in a dark room near
Cavendish Square, under the custody of an aged servant.
This is quite natural. But it is
also memorable.
There is another interesting fact
connected with the history of the Crystal Palace as it bears on that of the art
of Europe, namely, that in the year 1851, when all that glittering roof was
built, in order to exhibit the paltry arts of our fashionable luxury--the
carved bedsteads of Vienna, and glued toys of Switzerland, and gay jewelry of
France--in that very year, I say, the greatest pictures of the Venetian masters
were rotting at Venice in the rain, for want of roof to cover them, with holes
made by cannon shot through their canvas.
There is another fact, however,
more curious than either of these, which will hereafter be connected with the
history of the palace now in building; namely, that at the very period when
Europe is congratulated on the invention of a new style of architecture,
because fourteen acres of ground have been covered with glass, the greatest
examples in existence of true and noble Christian architecture are being
resolutely destroyed, and destroyed by the effects of the very interest which
was beginning to be excited by them.
Photo of the interior of the Crystal Palace - The Nubian Court
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