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The Spitalfields Bowl

August 11, 2020
by the gentle author

One of these streets’ most-esteemed long-term residents summoned me to view an artefact that few have seen, the fabled Spitalfields Bowl. Engraved by Nicholas Anderson, a pupil of Laurence Whistler, it incarnates a certain moment of transition in the volatile history of this place.

I arrived at the old house and was escorted by the owner to an upper floor, and through several doors, to arrive in the room where the precious bowl is kept upon its own circular table that revolves with a smooth mechanism, thus avoiding any necessity to touch the glass. Of substantial design, it is a wide vessel upon a pedestal engraved with scenes that merge and combine in curious ways. You have the option of looking down upon the painstakingly-etched vignettes and keeping them separate them in your vision, or you can peer through, seeing one design behind the other, morphing and mutating in ambiguous space as the bowl rotates – like overlaid impressions of memory or the fleeting images of a dream.

Ever conscientious, the owner brought out the correspondence that lay behind the commission and execution of the design from Nicholas Anderson in 1988. Consolidating a day in which the glass engraver had been given a tour of Spitalfields, one letter lists images that might be included – “1. The church and steeple of Christ Church, Spitalfields, and its domination of the surrounding areas. 2. The stacks, chimneys and weaving lofts. 3. The narrowness of the streets and the list and lean of the buildings with their different doorways and casement windows.”

There is a mesmerising quality to Nicholas Anderson’s intricate design that plays upon your perception, offering insubstantial apparitions glimpsed in moonlight, simultaneously ephemeral and eternal, haunting the mind. You realise an object as perilously fragile as an engraved glass bowl makes an ideal device to commemorate a transitory moment.

“It took him months and months,” admitted the proud owner,“and it represents the moment everything changed in Spitalfields, in which the first skyscraper had gone up and there were cranes as evidence of others to come. The Jewish people have left and the Asians are arriving, while at the same time, you see the last of the three-hundred-year-old flower, fruit and vegetable market with its history and characters, surrounded by the derelict houses and filthy streets.”

Sequestered in a locked room, away from the human eye, the Spitalfields Bowl is a spell-binding receptacle of time and memory.

The Jewish soup kitchen

To the left is the Worrall House, situated in a hidden courtyard between Princelet St & Fournier St

 

A moonlit view of Christ Church over the rooftops of Fournier St

The bird cage with the canary from Dennis Severs House

“He was a tinker who overwintered in Allen Gardens and used to glean every morning in the market…”

To the left is Elder St and the plaque commemorating the birth of John Wesley’s mother is in Spital Sq.

An Asian couple walk up Brushfield St, with the market the left and the Fruit & Wool Exchange and Verdes to the right

Photographs copyright © Lucinda Douglas-Menzies

17 Responses leave one →
  1. Douglas Brett permalink
    August 11, 2020

    Some good shots of a lovely piece of glass.

  2. Herry Lawford permalink
    August 11, 2020

    This is fabulous. Thanks for showing us in such detail. A treasure!

  3. John Woodman permalink
    August 11, 2020

    Connections – I am currently reading the – excellent – biography of James Ravilious, the prodigiously gifted photographer son of Eric, by his widow Robin, the daughter of Laurence Whistler.

  4. Yvonne Buffman Cheyney permalink
    August 11, 2020

    The Spitalfields bowl in unbelievable. Will it be left to a museum ? Thank you for publishing the outstanding pictures. All the best from across the pond in Southern California

  5. August 11, 2020

    What a masterpiece of art and craft!

  6. Jill Wilson permalink
    August 11, 2020

    WOW!! That is a stunning bowl and it captures the transitory nature of Spitalfields perfectly.

    Lets hope the views looking east don’t get marred by any more ugly and unnecessary high rise office blocks.

  7. Bernie permalink
    August 11, 2020

    Breathtaking and beautiful! A precious article.

  8. Stella Herbert permalink
    August 11, 2020

    There is only one comment to make – wow!

  9. August 11, 2020

    Totally unexpected, surprising, fabulous.

  10. Rodney Whale permalink
    August 11, 2020

    Lovely pictures of a lovely item

  11. August 11, 2020

    Greetings from Boston,

    GA, the Spitalsfield Bowl is magnificent. You describe it very well –

    “You have the option of looking down upon the painstakingly-etched vignettes and keeping them separate them in your vision, or you can peer through, seeing one design behind the other, morphing and mutating in ambiguous space as the bowl rotates – like overlaid impressions of memory or the fleeting images of a dream.”

    Perhaps some day it will be on public display.

  12. paul loften permalink
    August 11, 2020

    A most beautiful bowl that holds nothing but the fruit of time. I notice it aldready contains dates . Thank you and your friend for bringing it to us.

  13. Saba permalink
    August 11, 2020

    An artist at the height of his craft. Gorgeous. How could the black backgrounds of these photographs have been taken?

  14. Catherineap permalink
    August 11, 2020

    What a marvelous piece of art–thank you GA for sharing it with your devoted readers. To think of a tinker gleaning in the old vegetable market, only thirty-odd years ago! Life goes by so quickly . . .

  15. James Buchanan permalink
    August 12, 2020

    Thank you for sharing this excellent portrayal of a work of art – which contains so many lovely images of the celebrated neighborhood of Spitalfields.

  16. August 12, 2020

    Gorgeous Crystal Bowl!!!!???????

  17. August 13, 2020

    Beautiful bowl – I’ve never seen anything like it. Thanks for sharing the article and photos.

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