I first came across Soane’s Bank of England in a painting by Gandy. It was another image that stayed with me throughout my architectural education. As a picturesque ruin, it anticipates that element of architecture that can be forgotten: time.
The building is undergoing this process of gentle decline, and though not as far gone as Gandy speculates, I wanted to make a drawing that formed a dialogue with his, cataloguing a particular moment of its change.
This is to say nothing, however, of The Bank of England’s beauty. Soane’s work is first and foremost a walled city within the city, but such is the wall’s delicacy, that one might not suppose it. The careful rhythm of solid and void, light and shadow, invites the eye to linger on the composition.
There is a quiet grace and dignity to Soane’s ribbon wall as a back drop to city life. It was a pleasure to study it, and carefully catalogue a small moment of its life.