Artist: Tamantha Williams
Title: The Lost Supper
Medium: Oil on Canvas – unframed
Size: 40cm x 60cm x 3cm
Who sits at your table? Who do you invite? Is it truth or illusion, love or hate, fear or fearlessness, guilt or guiltlessness, poverty or abundance, violence or peace and sickness or health.
“You see the world you value”
We decorate our lives with our own choosing, we bake the cake and eat it too. We invite into collective conscious exactly our spoken word and ‘idle’ thoughts, come in, sit down, share a meal with us, and then inquire, are we Peter or Paul, or Judas.
What we look upon we have elected in mind, there exists little claim of innocence for there is but a few who have gone past the point of a life of grievances aired, who HAVE chosen instead, only reality, only truth. The rest of us choose the same meal at the same table with the same guests wondering if this time the sacrificial lamb will be cooked to our liking…. our faith gets placed on nothingness, an “endless list of forms of nothingness which you endow with magical power.” And one by one as the guests fall to the floor we wonder why our ‘blankets of protection and surety’ fail?
Again we host a supper, again we invite nothingness, again we loose, again we wonder why? We become the puppet and puppeteer, we scream wolf and hear only an echo of our own voice and so we submit to our own authorship, to the illusion of the dream we live. Surely this same thinking cannot produce same living? Surely it cannot be me, myself and I?
Yes, we are what we think.