Terry Taylor

Experience

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  Terry Taylor

  Jan 1958 - now

  Fine Artist

  Professional Fine Artistwww.terrytaylor.com.au

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  Ms Terry Taylor

  Mar 1976 - now

  Fine Artist

  Let me tell the story – a dark comedy – of my Last Supper. From left to right.In the beginning, a child holds a tiny tree. Two other wicked and cunning children, Adam and Eve, grasp at a tapestry with all their might. That is the garden of Eden filled with flowers and birds, but it’s also a mischievous drapery ten metres long, the tablecloth for the Last Supper across which miniature cupids indulge themselves like flies around carrion, teasing and pestering the partygoers. The Fallen Seraphim swoop down to join in. They are hopelessly drunk and lose balance. But one stays steady. Lucifer. Or perhaps it is the archangel reincarnate as Satan. Leader of them all.Then the twelve Apostles muster in a feast of sexual sport and play with the tools of violent martyrdom. Bartholomew with the knife that flayed him. James the Less and his halo of the handsaw. Andrew – the cross of his crucifixion is a blackened scar. They laugh and grin, relishing their rottenness. They look to Peter, bearing the keys to heaven; to Judas throwing bread (or perhaps is it money); and to John cowering from a poisonous serpent. Thomas points his finger, thinking he might be captain. There is no Christ where he might be expected, at the centre. No one seems concerned that he has long since left the room. There is James the Greater with the square rule around his neck; and next Phillip laughs deliriously over a basket of loaves. Then there is Matthew: the angel pierces his kneecap with a nail. With Thaddeus, the club is in the background as a warning. Simon with the fish, has rope around his neck.More Fallen Seraphim arrive, up in arms as they know not what to do. The tablecloth rises and rises with cupids giddying its turmoil and then it billows down, falling to the earth. The tree of life cascades toward one lonely child, the Sower of Seeds. But at the end of this feast one asks the question: is the soil fertile or fallow?Terry Taylor Show less