The Park is my Church
He may well have a point. For even when looking at the solitary version of the game – just you and the basket – the repetition of shooting, collecting the ball and shooting again certainly relieves tension. With each shot comes a greater sense of ease; shoot and miss. Shoot again, swish. Repeat the shot; bang bang, boom, then swish.
If nothing else, the court gives the mind an alternate focus, realigning your thoughts to a simple process of hand eye co-ordination, while refining life’s tasks to a singular goal; get that ball through the hoop.
“As an active member of this community, I started capturing these heavenly visions in 2004 – from my hometown in France to more than 50 cities across the globe – highlighting the hallowed architecture and landscape of each playground.”
“This endless photographic pilgrimage of mine is my reverence to basketball – I’m a believer. “
— KEVIN COULIAU
A powerful notion, riddled with truths evidenced by its many ‘witnesses’, but it does raise the question; just what is the perception of religion in modern society? One thing for sure is that people are looking for relief and for some the park – if nothing else – at least offers a temporary reprieve.