Seated before a balustrade framed by green foliage, a woman in a pale green blouse and dark sunglasses leans forward, lips poised in a serene act of defiance. Instead of tasting fruit, she draws a small serpent between her lips - as if savoring the very myth that once sought to contain her.
This Eve does not fall; she reclaims. The symbol of temptation becomes nourishment, the story of sin transformed into one of autonomy and wit.
The scene, tranquil in color and composition, conceals a quiet revolution.
Bon appétit, Eve.