A diversity of colors, they turn from outside to inside and the other way round. First from inside to the outside, then both, big, small a wandering a dancing, the awe of the whole, the awe of the light. The picture is the same, the image not fully.

The Olympic torch carried by a dress, the Olympic torch carried by a bole. In the darkness of the night a diamond wakes up, the sparkling of its shine, is so huge and at the same time small. No lazer no  pretentious kitsch, no flash gun and no cries. The colors set off, a dancing of the spectrum, a dancing of the colors, a display of colors and people.

The tower is still the same, the images are not. The world sees the display, the tower, sees how the colors are changing by and large the same. The world are the people, the animals, God and every individual. Reality by light is the tower by night, the image.

Ambitious, elegant and translucent, the tower presents a duality of  entity. The outer closes into itself hiding and protecting the core and opens itself at the time, and shows both very wide.

So strong from inside, it invites the guests in and carries them empor to the Olympics, to the fire of the night.

the spectrum of the night, the colors of the sun are in and out, they carry the fire, the flame of the night.

what stays is the tower, the flame goes off, what stays is the awe of the flame, the light, the spectrum and the people.

the tower doesn't stay kitsch, neither a Cliche'. but stays as a history of the light. It carried the flame of the people, the flame of sports in Qatar.