Art As/Is Religion

Art without accomplishment becomes a form of faith, sustained more by the intensity of its common practice than by the pleasure it gives to its adherents in private. That it fills the habit of faith--makes communities, encourages values, creates hierarchies--is perhaps the best thing about it. The strongest argument for religion is not that it is in touch with God but that it is in touch with one another. The best argument for an art that no one can entirely like is that it makes us like one another more.

-Excerpt from "Life Studies" by Adam Gopnik

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Some days I want to stay in doors and read, maybe type some quotes, add a picture or two, and reflect through this blog. Other days I just want to get on my bike and pedal as far as I can, hours later finally making home, exhausted.

Sometimes when I read a really moving essay, learn something new and profound, or just revel in the fact of how lucky we are to be alive--seeing, hearing, and feeling--my eyes will start to well up.

Both instances are acts committed in solitude. The result of both is the ability to appreciate, the desire to mingle and commuinicate, the need to empathize with people.

That balance is hard to find.

-M.C.

Repetition as comfort.

"The human sense of comfort depends on repetitive, familiar actions--our minds and bodies strive to become accustomed to predictable circumstances."

Excerpt from the "Aquarium" by Aleksandar Hemon.

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Like the afternoon shower that comes every day, in Tampa, in the summer time.

But it's also comforting to see it on the fringe...On those days that it allows us some reprieve.

Top photo by Scott Ehlert.

Bottom by M.C.

Occasions in Connecticut.

A distance storm off the coast of New Haven, Connecticut. I sat for 20 minutes taking photo after photo in hopes to capture one bolt of lightning.

Three friends. Drunk. Fully clothed. I watched as their boat capsized.

Danielson, CT. My friend Vic in the forefront. A kid named Chris in the background sending himself off of a lake jump.

Shot with an I-photo application. August 1st and 2nd 2011.

-M.C.

Should I laugh?

Posted on a bathroom door at a local elementary school.

Photo by S. Ehlert.

-M.C.