I’ve been to a lot of crowded places. But nothing prepared me to what I encountered in China. It might seem to be an exaggerated observation to say, but every crowded place I went to it felt like the entire population of China was with me.
It’s undeniable that places like the Great Wall and the Forbidden City have significant histories. But the most fascinating stories I found were located within the local streets and how the Chinese people utilize urban spaces throughout the country. China is a remarkable case-study of urban developments and some of these developments are rooted from their main core - their culture. It’s my hope that this blog will provide some insights into China’s vast cultural identity. Enjoy!
About this Blog
By using photos and sketches as my visual communication media, accompanied with written components, this blog is meant to challenge my convention way of representation and recording. Rather than recreate the typical post card images that we always see about China (though sometimes it's unavoidable), each photograph shown here focuses on a detail that often missed by many visitors of China. This blog became my personal sojourn through the Chinese urban landscape.
1.3 Billion People
I’ve been to a lot of crowded places. But nothing prepared me to what I encountered in China. It might seem to be an exaggerated observation to say, but every crowded place I went to it felt like the entire population of China was with me.
OVERALL EXPERIENCE
Overall, my trip to China was one of the greatest ones. With a culture that is so complex, China’s urban landscape provides the most interesting stories that only Chinese can offer.
The city of Beijing is a mixture of everything China can offer: the overwhelming crowd; the air that some say it’s the summer gloom while others think it’s the pollution; the subways where passengers turn into sardines; the street carts where scorpions and other bugs are served; the street shopping where the skills of bargaining can either bring you new friends or create more enemies (with the store owners); the forbidden place that is not so forbidden; the bird’s nest where mythical Chinese dragons can lay their eggs; the giant cube that cannot make up its mind on what color to use; the enormous square in the center where a red canvass (with prints of 4 little yellow stars and one big yellow star) is waving continuously; and the wall that looks like the spine of a dragon on a hazy day.
South of Beijing, with its many gardens, Suzhou is where serenity hides: its canals make the city the Venice of the East; and traffic is almost nonexistence. Shanghai, on the other hand, is a play of western and eastern architecture styles. Their buildings are seemingly non-stop reaching for heaven and the long corridor of Nanjing Road provides a good pedestrian shopping experience. Additionally, Xi’an’s Terracotta Soldiers Museum was impressive and the hike to Mount Hua Shan was an experience of a lifetime in which the saying “the journey is more important than the destination” is manifested.
After five weeks in China, I firmly believe that the Great Wall is not the greatest thing the country has, but its their culture.