Psychomachia – Lust

Artist: Tamantha Williams
Title: Psychomachia – Lust – 6th of 8 in series
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Size: 40cm x 50cm
Unframed

Brief synopsis:
Sister of Gluttony, Lust, you precious one, you sit in the same jail. You exchange love for expectations, for sacrifice for victimhood. I pity you, how much do you abandon by saluting your body daily. How little do you experience love without the cage of your body? How little do you express love without sacrifice. Do you know what love truly is? You paint a beautiful picture Lust, the perfect body, the perfect loveless story, one you cling to in the hope some -body will sacrifice too. For in your assumed sacrifice, expectations arise and quickly love is replaced by attack.

Lust, do you truly see your beauty, Love hides beneath the shackles you put on, it sees no need for sacrifice, no need for expectations, it is within you and loves fearlessly. It sees no need for sacrifice, no need for attack for it knows in giving it receives instantaneously. Why do you protect yourself Lust? What is it that needs protecting? Your bag of bones? The flesh that hides it? Your heart which is split between possession of another body and the love you ‘willing’ to invest? Lust, see instead the witnesses of Love. They are fearless, they are loving, they give and give and give without expectation. Unconditional. They come without weapons. Without second guessing and without overthinking. They just are. They offer you freedom, they offer you love in its purist form, no boundaries, a oneness you cannot begin to fathom. Invite them in, time and space disappear and for that instant time becomes always, love takes your breath away and everything becomes beautifully one.

Experience how extending love to another’s mind is more powerful ignition than projecting lust to another’s body. In the first everything lights up, glorious, magnificent, inclusive and loving, the other robs, uses and abuses then casts away the fragmented, shattered bones.

Lust, let it go, Love is waiting, let her in. “The opposite of love is fear, but what is all-encompassing can have no opposite”