Polish Baltic Philharmonic - Building

Building

The building, which houses the Baltic Philharmonic Hall today was constructed in 1897-1898 as a power station with a neo-Gothic facade.

The seat of the Polish Baltic Philharmonic is a complex of buildings at the former plant of the late nineteenth century, located on the island of OĊ‚owianka in Gdansk. After the plant was closed in 1996, it was subsequently adapted between 1996-2005 as a concert hall.

This urban power station was built between 1897-1898 by the Berlin firm of Siemens & Halske, with further expansion continuing through 1913. This brick building with its elegant neo-Gothic facade is decorated with rosettes, turrets and even two tower. During the final months of World War II, the complex suffered severe damage. Launched back in August 1945 the power plant operated until its closure in 1996. Th reconstruction, development and adaptation of these buildings was done by the architectural studio of Martin Kozikowski and KD Kozikowski Design . The Baltic Philharmonic is composed of seven segments, including:

  • the main concert hall of 1,000 seats
  • chamber music hall for 200 seats
  • two multi-purpose halls
  • foyer (exhibition room, 808 sq ft)
  • hotel for 60

In 2007, a bronze bust of Frederick Chopin, the patron of the Baltic Philharmonic, by sculptor Gennady Jerszowa was placed in the Philharmonic.

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