001. Accidental Altars
An “accidental altar” can be so many things and nothing at the same time.
It is paradoxical in its nature. It is accidental in the sense that it wasn’t erected, decorated, prayed upon intentionally. The altar just appeared, out of its own volition, its own animistic sense of desire. And yet, the accidental altar is an exercise in being intentional. We must acknowledge the items (however abstract) around us and admit: yes. this was a place of worship. The accidental altar is a practice in seeing through the drama of our lives and finding traces of the reasons why we do what we do.
Be it a straight razor and pumice, a tooth fairy box and a rabbit’s foot, or coffee stains and bruised limbs: everything is telling a story. Just how willing are you to listen?
An “accidental altar” can be so many things and nothing at the same time.
It is paradoxical in its nature. It is accidental in the sense that it wasn’t erected, decorated, prayed upon intentionally. The altar just appeared, out of its own volition, its own animistic sense of desire. And yet, the accidental altar is an exercise in being intentional. We must acknowledge the items (however abstract) around us and admit: yes. this was a place of worship. The accidental altar is a practice in seeing through the drama of our lives and finding traces of the reasons why we do what we do.
Be it a straight razor and pumice, a tooth fairy box and a rabbit’s foot, or coffee stains and bruised limbs: everything is telling a story. Just how willing are you to listen?
An “accidental altar” can be so many things and nothing at the same time.
It is paradoxical in its nature. It is accidental in the sense that it wasn’t erected, decorated, prayed upon intentionally. The altar just appeared, out of its own volition, its own animistic sense of desire. And yet, the accidental altar is an exercise in being intentional. We must acknowledge the items (however abstract) around us and admit: yes. this was a place of worship. The accidental altar is a practice in seeing through the drama of our lives and finding traces of the reasons why we do what we do.
Be it a straight razor and pumice, a tooth fairy box and a rabbit’s foot, or coffee stains and bruised limbs: everything is telling a story. Just how willing are you to listen?