http://benbell.typepad.com/ This is a link to an interesting site. Check out the art links on the left side (the Andy Gault stuff).
Read and reflect on this: (This was written by a youth worker in the UK, so some of the idiom may same a little strange to us US folks.)
Here I sit
My church floor made of grass
My cathedral dome the sky
My offering basket the council estates nearby.
I open my purse and bring out my heart
I have nothing else to give.
I feel your love in concrete high rise
Where chicken and chips is eucharist;
Your grace calls me to partake
As I see your pain in hungry eyes.
I feel so empty, robbed of power,
And then I think of you, helpless in your final hour,
And I know my church is where you live
Amongst the broken glass and brittle hearts.
You draw me out until I cannot help but love,
Against my will but merging now with yours,
And I realise that my need of you
Is all you need to work through me, your church.