The Eve # 20

This Eve is a poetic nature with a charming touch of psychosis. She has wandered out of the Garden of Eden and, through a deliberate theological remix, found herself on the banks of the River Styx. She is not waiting silently for the boat; she is negotiating.

The sculpture captures her turned away from us, and this is an act of mercy by the Artist. We see her back because, frankly, God forbid one sees the face of a woman in the heat of an argument with a ferryman who refuses to listen. Poor Charon is in despair; legend says he has already smashed one oar in sheer frustration trying to prove he is not responsible for the ferry schedule.

She stands firm, wrapped in the smooth grain of her own conviction. She is proof that even in the underworld, a determined woman can make the forces of death pause and check their paperwork. It is a monument to Divine Stubbornness.