I love statues.
What’s your favorite statue, and where, and why? Share in comments section below.
I bemoan the lack of great statues in today’s culture. Growing up, seeing beautiful monuments to heroes, a child learns to year for greatness. Without them, of course, we may learn to yearn to serve through movies, books, history…but statues are nearly-living, evocative monuments to the path of herohood.
My favorite statue—for it says so little, and therefore so much—has for many years been Appeal to the Great Spirit, in Boston, in front of the MFA. There are copies of it elsewhere, including for many years in the White House.
It is sad, open, noble, spiritual in the full sense of the word. And yet, it is mysterious, unknown, subtle—and thereby it is powerful, unknowable, a figure of open contemplation and gravitas.
Recently, I returned to my old hometown of many years in Boston, and snapped this pic. I thought to share it–for so many years, passing it daily on my way to and fro the challenges and joys of that time, I always took the time to stare at it as I passed, and reconnect with my own spirit and life and dreams.
May it serve you, too:
@waylonlewis on Instagram: Appeal to the Great Spirit. Used to pass this on #bicycle or T a few times a day from #missionhill –always a moment of connecting to present moment and sacredness and point of it all for me. #mfa #museumoffinearts #boston
A smaller version: