If we open our eyes to the world, beauty can be found everywhere and with it, art. It comes in many forms stretching from the traditional portraits of long past monarchs to the modern realms of “I could do that”. Included under its sweeping title are the marble statues of Rome and the preserved animals of Damien Hirst. There is art to be found in music, dance and fashion, be it the BBC Proms and Paris Fashion Week or a tinny iPod and Strictly Come Dancing. It is all around us, waiting to be seen.
The Cirque du Soleil is art, or rather a culmination of many pieces of art into one grand masterpiece. To see the costumes alone is to enter a new world of imagination and wonder. I can only imagine the hours upon hours that must have gone into creating them. It takes me a day to sew the most basic of piece so I cannot fathom the patience required to add such intricate details that will only be seen for the briefest of moments.
A picture paints a thousand words, but here music completes the visual story. It weaves in and out of every scene, warning of danger and singing of childlike glee. Each flick of the wrist and explosive change of direction is underscored with sound. Every show of strength and impossible contortion is perfectly in time with the music. Not only this but in moments of humour sound is used to leave the audience chuckling. The use of music in the place of words brings the audience together and bridges the barrier of language. Here everyone understands the story being told.
I’ve left the best to last, mostly due to intimidation. My words are a poor substitute and can do no justice to the extraordinary feats of strength, flexibility, and acrobatics of the dancers. The slow ascent to a handstand while balanced upon a tower of chairs is made to look completely and utterly effortless. Every motion is fluid as hoops are spun, no awkward jerking or momentary fumbles as the swirling hoops spin faster. I watched with bated breath as people twisted, not only themselves but their height’s worth of stilts, through the air in complex backflips and cheered as they rode bicycles along the tightrope no circus is complete without.
Be it balance on a rope, or contorted to impossible shapes, there is not a single wasted movement throughout the show. This is art in motion. Visual and auditory blending together in a tale of a boy who receives a box full of magic and who, for a few hours, we are permitted to join in a colourful world of childlike wonderment.
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