First World War Memorial At Tirgu-Jiu: The Endless Column

More than any artists we have met thus far, Constantin Brâncuși grew up poor, his parents peasants. The Romanian would, also, live a life of simplicity, continuing with the habits, cuisine, and religious practices of his forbears. Although versed in philosophy and friends with many names we have already covered, he remained folksy.Here, we will consider Brâncuși’s First World War memorial at Tirgu-Jiu entitled The Endless Column. Yet, appreciating the subtlety of Brâncuși’s world heritage piece means attending to how Romanian folk and Orthodox religious ideas influenced him.
Given Brâncuși’s humble upbringing and obvious love for all things Romanian, one cannot help wonder how it influenced his art. Gheorhui (1996) wrote an excellent article
One such superstition claims, for example, if you looked at a grain of wheat close enough it could reveal Christ’s face. Here is a synopsis Gheorhu’s illumination of the various synchronistic practices of peasant Romanian Orthodoxy which influenced Brâncuși’s The Infinite Column.Gheorhu first links the Romanian nunta mortului [the wedding of the dead] with the common Indo-European practice of the fir-tree-bride or fir-tree-groom. Nunta morului designates a church ritual where the deceased were married to the living, echoing Christ’s marriage to the church. The fir-tree-bride or fir-tree-groom refers to a decorated tree place near the deceased’s head. With young lovers who died together these two trees intertwined. Such trees were, however, also used as symbols during weddings.Second, Gheorhu recounts how Romanian peasant Orthodoxy had multiple days of the dead. The rituals for the dead almost always included meals. Indeed, the Romanian words for alms (pomana), religious services or feasts (praznic), is related to the word for the religious service or prayer in memory of the dead (pomenire), Third, Romanians, like many Christians, derived a numerology from dogmatic Orthodoxy. The pertinent numbers for the current endeavour being forty and twelve. Forty
Folksiness need not equal idiocy. Today, most of us live in cities. Often the urban gifts networks, sophistication, and urbanity not possible in more agrarian vistas. One should however always guard against equating information with wisdom. Under the draconic suspicion of modernism, we are often told sophistication equals stripping ourselves of passion. It becomes easy to think cold calculation dissuades the inevitable chaos of community and silly unprovable nonsense. Now, while our emotions and superstitions can often turn evil, humans are never passionless and rational.Indeed, Brâncuși’s The Endless Column is a strange anomaly on our past artists. He did not raid the treasures of the ancient, divorced them from the original meaning and reintroduced them willy nilly. Rather, he took the celebratory rhythms of the Romanian people and channelled them into a public experience. The Endless Column mourns more than the Romanian fallen and the needless deaths of war. It mourns a richness lost with our new capitalistic, realistic, and mathematizing superstitions. It mourns the loss of Christ face in the grain of