Bellas Artes description by Andrea Islas

Bellas Artes

It stands majestically and gallantly enlightening the streets. The duchess of the City in all its glory. The Palace of Bellas Artes, the house of the arts. With an elegant air, an aw inspiring illusion emerges from the depths of a raging metropolis decorating Mexico City. The splendid, white marble, flawless façade has a French flavour and a feeling of Opera House in its impressive architecture. The magical, mythological horses guard the entry to an entirely different land from the madness of the fast moving town. Past the gardens, the splendid and exquisite sculptures welcome the visitors as they gaze upon the radiant faces entering the holy temple of all that is truly beautiful in life. The monumental, yet soft arches let you sense the power and glory of the past, the rich treasure of Mexican legacy and culture all around.

The sun reflecting domes glow as if they shone their own rays over the jungle of black grounds where cars and crowds crawl all over, under the blue skies contrasting with the yellow and orange of the suns below. They cast a spell on you and you cannot ever stop staring and sighting at the perfect jewels before your eyes where, the emblem of a great nation stands on top of.

Each step takes you closer and closer to the Palace Mexico is so proud of. Once inside, the white floorings blind you with their shine until you reach the theater inside and get your breath taken away by its might and miss a beat because of such vision.

As if illuminated by graceful candlelight, the walls contain sound bouncing up and down making the floors resound and tremble with rhythm like the beat of a heart. The high ceiling holds the Nine Greek Muses who smile down at the fervient followers of the greatest fruit of mankind and inspire the people within the room's Art Deco walls.

The red balconies have details of the purest Mexican style, nopals, maize and eagles, and the balconies' colour match the small, round chairs in where kings, heroes and presidents alike have sat. The extravagant contrast bewitches just as the fusion of the City itself.

But the most extraordinary work of art is the stage's unique curtain which dominates the room and steals glances from the excited, warm eyes racing to their seats before the show starts. The fancy, one-piece colourful crystal has the heart of Mexico City depicted carefully in it, the Volcanoes that make the enchanting valley where the most enormous capital of the world stands. The painting almost narrates with romantic verses the love story and ancient legend of those Mexican icons. The glossy detailing makes the curtain look as if the picture was moving to the pace of the rehearsing orchestra below. As the beauty begins to rise, the crystal glims and glimmers and the water of the lake next to the Volcanoes glints in its deep blue reflecting an imaginary moon. Then, the lights go out. Its begun.