Griffin Oleynick

In late 2014 I entered a monastery in Italy, intending to stay for good. A year later, I left. I had become a victim of clerical abuse.

This Lent, the art of Lucio Fontana intensifies the insights of monastic spirituality. Even our worst crimes are pardoned by Christ’s extravagant mercy.

In spite of all the ambition and selfishness that New York supposedly represents, I’ve found that the city’s density has encouraged me to forget myself.