Monastery

In the 21st century CE
Galleries have died
Art schools have died
And teaching has died -
So the artists have died
And so has their work.

The work is
Dead on arrival.

It no longer has a purpose
Other than as a self perpetuating
Systematic wank fest.

For those among us,
Who would fulfil their nature
By becoming artists -
They have become lost in the mist.
Their souls ache.
Our culture has made ghosts of them,
And willfully suffers the consquences
In woeful ignorance.

But we who must become artists,
Must become.
We have no choice.
So here is our monastery, amid the ruins,
And an invitation to remember another way
Of being, of seeing, of making, doing.

The Art Monk strives to be
A custodian of the divine.
The monkhood is the monastery.
It is the art school, the place of learning.
It is the temple garden of wisdom.
At the centre, and the outer edges.

This repository gives voice
To our monks in practice.
They are here to articulate their custodianship,
And answer your questions on the Art Monk's way.