The Pillar

A pillar, a piece of white rock once a building necessity, has moved to a more decorative feature in the homes that can afford it. But even more mystifying is the power that ruined pillars seem to hold. For as they stand tall and proud watching mankind go to and fro, seeing all the evil and good that is accomplished among them. And as the pillar stands vigilant, it ends up playing tag with the sun until the next day. Then alone the pillar stands once again with only the moon and stars to engage in any enlightenment thought.

As the pillar seems ignored today, there was a time; ruined pillars sparked the imagination of those wanting to serve God. For the eccentric monastic monks as an effort to show how much they loved God, would live on top of a pillar, to punish their flesh for all the sinful acts they were guilty of. Pillars then turned into the perfect pedestal to punish the evil inside us all.

Today there is nobody living on a pillar to punish the flesh for evil sins, partly because we realize what Christ did for us on the cross. Seeing how no one has been captivated by the mysterious imagination of the ruin pillars that stand so tall with on going enlightenment and religious acts. It was still a very noble act what those old monks did...eccentric yes but still noble.

And in the same way today's experimental, explorative artists are like those old monks. To a world that relies on Hollywood to tell them how to think and feel...they view the one's that do think as the eccentric and weird one's. The ones that they call the artist...in a derogatory term, the one's they can not understand. And in that context we artiste's are just like the old monks living on a pillar, not afraid to express who we are and what we believe, in order to live a more full life, and get one step closer to Nirvana...if you will.

So as the monk’s live on the pillar so too, do we artistes, a more abstract pillar, that is not visibly clear to the naked eye, but there it does exist.