I was recently involved in the Artificial Fiction show at Ayden Gallery here in Vancouver, a show whose theme was the exploration of the mythology and folklore and stories in our culture. Invitation made to me, the images and the stories immediately began conjuring in my mind. All of them, I discovered seemed connected in focusing on the women in mythology I considered some of the most nobel, yet who had been scape goats or figures of admonition.
This image depicts Eve, who, like Pandora, I sometimes feel is the victim of the historic conspiracy which can be boiled down to "let's blame everything on the women." Christian tradition is to refer to the event of Eve's eating of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge as "the Fall," and this, I could not agree with more. Adam and Eve were as children in Eden, kept, cared for, unquestioning, and innocent. I would not want to remain this way forever. I would not want to remain insular or unimagining. In my mind, that was the day the mythology should celebrate as the day we grew up, opened our minds, became adults, and could look our creator in the eye. I cannot abide by the idea of punishing the pursuit of knowledge in of itself. It might seem ironic for an atheist to chose these religious subjects, but religion is not spirituality, of which mine is rich in awe of the universe we inhabit, and I feel a certain kinship with this first of women who looked up at the same sky I do.