With this song unavoidably playing itself in
the back of my conscience since I first started to work for Topographies of the Obsolete in June, I
think of my misunderstanding of these lyrics as a young child; that it is about
comparing something seemingly impossible to the act of trying to gather the
nation of China into your hand.
Being introduced to Josiah Spode, before
heading off to Stoke on Trent for the first time, made me aware of the fact that
he managed to give a piece of ‘Chinese luxury’ to many a hand. With Anne Helen
Mydland explaining the details of Spode’s bone china and blue under-glaze
printing technique, by showing samples at Spode Works Museum, it became clearer
why this novel equivalent to porcelain became sought after.
The local community prospered and declined parallel to
Spode during those 230 years of production. There is something here, in these
surroundings, that reminds me of the old Norwegian post industrial town of
Odda; an intangible mood of some sort that saturates the terrain. Seeing the closed down factory for the first time, it seemed remote
to me, even though it dominates the area physically with it stretching over a
large portion of the urban territory. Here, time is frozen in some ways and
accelerated in others. Decorative Christmas lighting on the outside makes sure
everyone knows what time of year you enter when you enter Spode. However, the
advancing decay speeds up the perception of time. Inside, it looked like there
has been inactivity for several decades, not just for a few years. The process
is astonishingly rapid.
Being guided around Spode, I noticed traces
of human activity visible in the various rooms. The factory became more ‘transparent’,
in a sense, when it began to reveal bits of its past. Objects left behind gave
hints about previous work in the different departments of the factory; traces
of former bodily routines. All played out in these document-filled offices, dusty showrooms, great factory halls, and mysterious
storage areas for casting equipment as the ‘keepers of memory’. Even though I
haven’t been working in the factory, as a participant in the previous workshops,
I nevertheless experienced the desire to interpret and create; to revive something in this place.
I've learned that the song China in Your Hand is about Mary
Shelley’s Frankenstein, a novel which
was the outcome of a conversation regarding the possibility of bringing a dead
body back to life. Shelley started writing her novel the very same year that Spode
first launched the Blue Italian
range.
Jane Sverdrupsen, research assistant
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| Anne Helen Mydland explaining the process of Spode's blue under-glaze printing technique. With Neil Brownsword, Øystein Hauge and Johan Sandborg. |
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| The first impression of Spode. |
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| Plans are being made as we are shown the different departments of the factory. |
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| Bits of history of the pottery craft at Spode, told by Anne Helen. Øystein Hauge paying close attention. |
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| The oldest plaster moulds in storage. |
