I enjoy imagining Eve as she took her first bite into the forbidden apple from the Tree of Knowledge. In her first bite she experienced the apple’s crispy, sweet taste and sticky juice running down the sides of her mouth and hand. I know it was well worth her expulsion from Eden. Ultimately, she was freeing herself from the bondage of unconditional goodness, likeability and flexibility. Her bite had cracked open the lid of her coffin and she breathed in the fresh air.
Biting the apple freed Eve. Painting women freed me.
