A Visual Tour of Iran's Tilework
On any tour for first time visitors, there are the “musts,” of course: the ancient ruins at Persepolis, the gardens in Shiraz, the palaces and mosques in Isfahan, the Crown Jewels in Tehran. But in just about every setting, artistry hides in plain sight: in carpets, calligraphy, pottery, miniatures, and my favorite: Iranian tiles, which are dizzyingly, deliriously magical.
Simply put, Iran has the most beautiful tilework in the world. Over the centuries, glazed bricks and tiles have been used to decorate palaces, mosques, monuments, mausoleums, official buildings, schools, and shops.
“For me and my family, there is no more important form of art,” Hossein Mosaddeghzadeh, a sixth-generation tilemaker whose shop is on Isfahan’s famed Naqsh-e Jahan Square, told me when I visited recently with a group of American tourists. “I mean, a mosque would not be a mosque without its tiles.”
Isfahan boasts tilework so dense and seductive that if you gaze at it too long, you feel slightly drugged. Swirling calligraphy and precise geometries are often unexpectedly paired with bright floral patterns.
The arches in the octagonal chamber in the Sheikh Lutf Allah Mosque are outlined in a thick bright turquoise tile “rope” and framed with wide swaths of white calligraphy of Koranic verses on the deepest of blue. The glazed and unglazed ceiling tiles of the main dome change color with the time of day. If you’re lucky, you’ll see the rays of sunlight penetrating the center of the dome reveal themselves as a peacock’s tail. An Iranian friend—who is not religious—once told me, “The first and only time I saw it, I felt blessed.”
In Shiraz, the 17th century Khan Theological School was cold and damp when I entered one rainy winter morning. A single lightbulb hung from an exposed wire. The concrete walls were crumbling. A silent old man eating flatbread in a worn armchair kept guard. Then we looked up and saw inlaid mosaic tiles gracing the intarsia ceiling. The geometric shapes and the border—passages from the Koran cut into tile—seemed to dance.
At the nearby Nasr al-Molk mosque—also known as the Pink Mosque—we saw tiles with lush roses in shades of pink and red. When we looked more closely, we found tile cameos depicting churches of Eastern Europe—a reflection of the influence of Western architecture on Iranian artists and a sign of respect for Christianity.
Unlike ISIS and the Taliban, the founders of the Islamic Republic did not destroy their country’s heritage or the symbols of empire and monarchy for the sake of a distorted vision of Islam. A reverence for the legacy of Persian history and culture is universal in Iran. Above the corners of a doorway in Tehran’s Golestan Palace, for example, naked angels with voluptuous breasts and buttocks still fly against a field of flowers on a blue background.
On another wall of the palace came another surprise: a patchwork of square tiles that seemed mismatched. I wondered if this might be an act of defiance. Then I learned that parts of the palace had been destroyed that in the 20th century. So maybe it was simply a matter of restoration on the cheap.
The more you look, the more secrets are uncovered. A geometric pattern that looks like a maze may turn out to be a swastika, or “sun wheel,” symbolizing the rotation of the seasons. Sometimes the name of Ali, the son-in-law of the Prophet Mohammed and the first Iman of Shiite Islam, is encrypted and rotated in geometric Kufic script.
I didn’t expect tile work at the Armenian Christian Church in Isfahan, but even the spire below the cross was dressed up in a geometric tile pattern of turquoise and cobalt blue. Inside, Mahmoud Reza Shayesteh, our guide, pointed out a large section of tile with a mysterious bird that looked like a cross between a woodpecker and a hummingbird.
“I thought it was the product of imagination,” he said. “But then I saw it with my own eyes in my father’s garden. I was thunderstruck.”
One evening in Isfahan, my daughter and I snuck away from the group. We happened on an antiques shop with a lovely old silver teapot in the window. It was much too expensive.
Then something else caught my eye. The hand-painted tiles. One bore the Ten Commandments in Hebrew; another a menorah. The owner was Jewish. He had managed to stay in business throughout the 37 years of Iran’s Islamic Republic. His tiles bore witness to history—the 2700-year-old history of the Jews in Iran.
“Come back,” he said as we were leaving. “Shalom.”
Naked angels in the tile work at Tehran’s Golestan Palace.
A tiled ceiling at the Eram Garden (Bagh-e Eram) in Shiraz.
A cleric in the Jaame’ Abbasi Mosque, also known as the Shah Mosque and Imam Mosque, in Isfahan.
The tiled ceiling in the octagonal chamber in the Sheikh Lutf Allah Mosque in Isfahan.
Tile work covers every corner of Tehran’s Golestan Palace.
A Shia cleric at the 17th-century Khan Theological School. An image of Ayatollah Khomeini is visible on the wall behind him.
Naked angels with voluptuous breasts are hidden in the tile work of the Tekiyeh Mo’avenolmolk, a 19th-century tile-works complex in Kermanshah Province.
The courtyard of the Nasr al-Molk mosque, also known as the Pink Mosque, in Shiraz.
Hossein Mosaddeghzadeh, a sixth-generation tile maker in his shop on Isfahan’s famed Naqsh-e Jahan Square.
A ceiling detail of the Nasr al-Molk mosque.
Inlaid mosaic tiles grace the intarsia ceiling at the 17th-century Khan Theological School in Shiraz.
A tiled minaret at the Jaame’ Abbasi Mosque.