Hello, readers! May I suggest grabbing a cup of your favorite beverage: this one’s a little extensive. : )
Precisely a week ago, the world went into hybernation again: The Games of the XXIX Olympiad, celebrated to evident success in the metropolis of Beijing, capital of the People’s Republic of China, were declared over. It will take the passing of four complete cycles for human civilization to reunite, once again, in amicable ways; to celebrate humanity in its highest form. People tend to associate that statement with wondrous athletic achievements and the tying of global bonds, and they’re sorta’ right. But there’s always one element people seem to forget, or at least take for granted: the artistic facet of the Olympics, which I’m glad to say this time, was not the case.
It’s easy to understand why: the ceremony was one of the most breathtaking live events my eyes have ever witnessed, using easy-to-interpret symbology which was at the same time profoundly deep, beautifully designed costuming and sublime music, all of this performed on a massive (repeat after me: massive) scale. The scenes came to life like moving dioramas exploding in color and grandeur while the influence of the rich history of this, the world’s most populated country, was visible throughout all the presentation. I’m sure most of you heard the name “Zhang Yimou” being mentioned repeatedly during the broadcast as the man in charge of that amazing spectacle.
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