- What’s On
One thousand tons of loose glass cling suspended in the world’s largest unsupported brick dome, an architectural miracle and the last great monument of Roman architecture. By Anthony Bryer
A medieval writer trying to describe an elephant to people who had never seen one began: ‘It has a small tail.’ Anyone who has tried to describe the domed basilica of Santa Sophia in Istanbul will sympathise. But you have to start somewhere. In 1894 WR Lethaby began with the words ‘Sancta Sophia is the most interesting building on the world’s surface.’ It is a start.
Cathedrals are dedicated to local patrons but Constantinople – Byzantine Istanbul – was an upstart place in the Roman world. Few have heard of its local martyr, St Mokios: his cistern is now a vegetable garden, impossible to find unless you happen to fall into it.
The city was to come under the patronage of the Mother of God, but the Cathedral, first opened on February 15, 360, could only be called the great Church. By about 430, people also called it the Holy Wisdom of God. Its feast day was Christmas Day when the Holy Wisdom (Haghia or Santa Sophia) became incarnate.
The original Great Church was burned down in a rumpus on June 20, 404. Theodosius replaced ti with a massive basilica which was burned down in the Nika riots against Justinian on the night of January 12, 532.
Anyone who knows what a January night can be like in Istanbul may suspect the Hippodrome mob of trying to keep warm. But the reaction of dictators who survive a coup is swift. The site was cleared and Justinian began rebuilding Santa Sophia on February 23, 532. On December 27, 537, he reopened the Great Church which stands today. Such speed is a clue to what makes it the most interesting building on the world’s surface.
In 537, Santa Sophia was probably the largest building on the world’s surface, barring Egyptian pyramids, or the Great Wall of China. It still probably sports the widest unsupported brick dome in the world – about the size of the Albert Hall in London.
How can you describe such scale? One sportsman eyed a pigeon in the dome and remarked ‘Out of shot’, which is a kind of measurement.
It stands on the burnt debris of its predecessors, but also literally on the world’s surface, without foundations, and in an earthquake belt. The first dome was thrown down in an earthquake in 558; Justinian lived long enough to reinaugurate the present higher dome on Christmas Eve 562. Later, segments crashed to the floor in 989 and 1346 (when it was buttressed).
Visitors are happily unaware that they walk under an estimated one thousand tons of unsecured glass. At night, when the crowds have gone, you can hear the mosaic cubes patter down like diant dandruff and sense myriads of hairline cracks in the masonry adjust to the temperature and tiny tremors of the world’s world’s surface as the Great Church settles down to sleep.
But it survives. Most cathedrals take decades to craft: Santa Sophia was built in under six years. Maybe that is the reason.
Justinian’s subjects must have been as awestruck as any citizen of Romania who saw Ceaucescu’s palace go up so fast and grandiosely at their expense. The logistics of numbering marble slabs, ordering capitals, assembling reused columns, meting lead and baking bricks must have been a contractor’s nightmare. Everything was going on at once by the autumn of 535.
But Santa Sophia will long outlive the work of other dictators – barring pyramid-builders. The mortar was not given time to set brittle before it was saddled with quarter and half domes which skewed out of place and are still gently adjusting. The architectonics of Santa Sophia remain mysterious. Such a happy accident cannot be repeated and never was. It was a one-off…
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