The Parable
Artist Jimilu Mason
Year 1990 (1990)
Type Bronze
Dimensions 150 cm (60 in)
Location Washington, D.C., United States
Owner The Festival Center

38°55′31.46″N 77°2′17.11″W / 38.9254056°N 77.0380861°W / 38.9254056; -77.0380861

The Parable is a public artwork by American artist Jimilu Mason, located at The Festival Center at 1640 Columbia Rd., N.W. in Washington, D.C., United States. The Parable was originally surveyed as part of the Smithsonian's Save Outdoor Sculpture! survey in 1993.[1]

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Description [link]

The bronze sculpture shows a man seated on a large cinder block and at his feet is a carpenters square. Dressed in only a shirt and pants, his shirt sleeves are rolled up above his elbows and his collar is open. His face wears a beard and mustache and his feet are shoe-less. His arms reach out in front of him, and he looks as if in conversation.[1]

Artist [link]

Sculptor Jimilu Mason was born in Washington, D.C., graduating from Woodrow Wilson High School in 1949. With a Bachelors of Fine Arts from George Washington University, Mason's studio is in Italy.[2]

Information [link]

According to Mason the sculpture "represents a Christ... teaching that there is more than brick and mortar to building a city. The leaders must be good servants."[1]

Condition [link]

This sculpture was surveyed in 1993 for its condition and it was described that "treatment needed".[1]

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PLAYLIST TIME:

The Master

by: Doobie Brothers

Just don't know why I keep on tryin'
Must be a better way out
I hope I find it soon
Every night, I just can't keep from cryin'
Even my old dog
Keeps howlin' at the moon
Even my old dog
Keeps howlin' at the moon
Even the sun, it just a keep on shinin'
Pollyanna days when I was a child and on my own
Even the tracks, they just a keep on linin'
I believe my master is just about to bring me home
I believe my master is just about to bring me home
Oh, but bless the days and the many different ways
People try to love one another
And won't you bless the times and the holy light that shine
Our cross has been brought asunder
Even the sun, it just a keep on shinin'
Pollyanna days when I was a child and on my own
Even the tracks, they just a keep on linin'
I believe my master is just about to bring me home
I believe my master is just about to bring me home




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