Eve sits grounded in her power—fishnets, combat boots, and crimson curls framing the quiet certainty of a goddess. She holds the pomegranate—not as a symbol of sin, but of truth—the fruit that was likely there from the beginning, long before Milton named it an apple and rewrote her story.
This Eve does not fall. She chooses—deliberately, wholly—to know, to taste, to see. The original transgression wasn’t desire, but the world’s fear of a woman powerful enough to seek it.
48 x 48 inches on canvas. 2 inch depth, gallery wrapped sides, unframed. Shipping included in the price.
