The "Bone Church"

When I was in Prague, Jason and I heard about this church outside of Prague.  Supposedly it was covered in bones; in fact it was described to us as just a church built of bones.  Intrigued and having nothing to do that weekend, Jason and I set out on a day trip by going to the weed infested train station, got on a smoking train with the natives, who were smoking cigarettes like a teeny bopper chews gum, rolled onto Kutna Hora, passed some sunflower fields, they reminded me of corn, jumped off the train, and strolled past the Philip Morris museum, which was in a church, to the "Bone Church".

We payed to get in, and when we walked through the doors, I was hit with a wall of stink, much like the Old Folks', diaper and catheter, area of a hospital.  The place reeked of death....and there we were, surrounded by bones....and the art they created.

The impact is still being felt today.  This church warped my sense of what art and life mean, and I am still trying to sort out their definitions.  I think it is important to shake up your boundaries, and the "bone church" did just that.

This chandelier has every bone in the human body in it.