
His monumental “History of Texas,” installed at the Texas Rangers ballpark in Arlington, Texas, is the largest American frieze of the 20th century. Current commissions include sculpted portraits of Pope Benedict XVI and James Madison, as well as residential architectural designs in classical styles.

Curtis’s plays, essays, verse, and translations have appeared in more than 30 journals. He is the author of numerous books of criticism, history, and translation, including the verse satire “Modern Art: An Exhibition in Criticism” and a verse translation of “The Priapeia” from Latin. His most recent book is the American edition of “Land of Sunlight and Stars: Afrikaans Verse in Translation.”
My purpose in statuary is to memorialize, to honor those who led exemplary lives, to recall us to our civic selves, and to embody not merely a likeness but some particular virtue, if not virtue itself. All art is an idea made real, yet more than this, the best pictures and statues are the most virtuous pictures and statues. Moment after moment from conception to full realization, an artist must be true in thought and action with brush or hammer. Any misplaced move of hand or absence of mind will cause the hammer or brush to go wrong. Each idle thought or careless slight is a vice that corrupts a statue, picture, building, or song, as sin corrupts a soul.
In all things, we should aim toward beauty, goodness, and truth. I think it best in civic art to look to heaven. It seems to me that civic art should strive for something like heaven on earth.
In the days before the internet, there was no effective way in the modernist hegemony for “classive” artists to meet other classive artists, nor poets, poets, architects, architects, et alia. To be true to my avowal, there was no way out. I attempted to master every art and craft. Yes, I was young and all things seemed possible. Now here I am, nearly 70, and tolerably skilled in numerous disciplines.
Plato and Socrates posited a soul-like psyche or daimon and a purposeful unchanging eternal being. Democritus speculated that all is but atoms and the void, and that all which happens is mere chance. The universe is either purposed and constant or the universe is random and ultimately meaningless. You see the conflict. Plato, too, saw the conflict and recommended that all of Democritus books be burned. None of Democritus’s books survive. As you know, however, ideas cannot be burned.
So here we are at sixes and nines, teeth and claws, some half of us certain of our souls, some other half certain of their soullessness. Trouble is we build for souls differently than we build for bodies, we legislate for souls differently than we legislate for bodies, and we educate for souls differently than we educate for bodies.
Souls and bodies have different needs, different wants, and different desires. The soul needs God, wants beauty, and desires union. The body needs feeding, wants filling, and desires pleasure.
The drunk ritualist Jackson Pollock splattered synthetic wall paint on things that meant nothing but material. The devout Catholic Michelangelo Buonarotti imbued his Old Testament pictures with divine heroes interacting with the ultimate being in a purposed universe.
The souled ascend toward God. Material descends, as in the “Descent of Man” to mud, Darwin-like. You will notice that we ascend into classive buildings, into buildings formed like us (bottom, middle, top, sides and center, bilaterally symmetrical or as symmetrical parts of a whole). In a reasoned and logical classive building, you know where you are and where to go. Yet more than this, you are at home in a classive building because it is friendly to your soul, fitted to your body.
You will notice that we often descend into unfriendly, ugly progressive buildings, places where our souls feel alienated and our bodies get lost.
We are souled classive, or we are soulless progressive. “Classical” is either a high standard or a style from antiquity. “Modern” is merely a word that means “just now,” a word that is 1,500-some years old. You might have a classical progressive building as in the Gugenheim Museum, or you might have a modern classive building as in the National Archives.

As mentioned a bit ago, there are public things and civic things, there are also personal things and private things. The trouble was that we confused classifications with things, confused one thing with another thing, and put the private thing in place of the public thing.
Never did we intend to promote classical architecture. Our intention was, and yet is, to return the nation to civic health through beautiful, nourishing civic art. I like to think we are reviving civic art and renewing our republic of virtue. For those unfamiliar, Adams, Jefferson, and most of the Founders intended to establish a “republic of virtue” because a virtuous citizenry is necessary to the creation and continuation of a republic.
In 1789, the French revolted against order and authority, God, royalty, the laws of nature, and the laws of man. Law was perverted, God was cursed, and the heads of the king and queen were divorced from their bodies by a new clean and efficient technology: the guillotine.
We Americans did not revolt in 1776. Ours was a war of independence, a war in the correct order of existence.
“To assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”
I must admit that Jefferson, a classive scholar who, when yet a teenager, could speak Latin and read Greek, intended “Happiness” not as pleasure but as “Eudaimonia,” that flourishing born by the practice of, the mastery of, virtues which lead to fulfillment, which is itself “Happiness.” The Declaration of Independence was a declaration of right order, a respect for God and the children of God, our neighbors.
A lesser known, though in this instance an equally important Jeffersonian recognition, is that civic buildings “should be more than things of beauty and convenience, above all they should state a creed,” and this as in a religious creed. It is notable that many Americans treat our Declaration of Independence as a creed which they memorize and recite.
Make America Beautiful Again is the return to transcendentals, to a rightly ordered republic, our republic of virtue, to the correct order of existence, love of God, then love of neighbor as of oneself.
We build either for the ascent of the beautiful soul or we build to achieve soulless descent. There is no in-between. Let’s Make America Beautiful Again.
Those who know themselves to be souled are steadily returning to tradition, to services, to reality, to life-affirming family, to God.
In the final decades of the past century, after exclusion from all progressive institutions, we classives formed our own ateliers, schools, colleges, societies, institutions, newspapers and publishing houses, networks and stations. Some of these classive organizations have reached maturity and are beginning their third generation of leadership. They will not be stopped. Classive civilization will be renewed. What forms this renewal will assume I cannot say, though I can say that it will ascend from Greek beauty, Roman order, and Christian virtue.
I expect that in a civilizational battle, the souled classive will triumph because it is healthy and verdant and beautiful, the force of nature, life, and God himself. Because evil is ugly and gelded, the soulless progressive will wither and die away, as it does from time to time.






