An homage to Woman in an Armchair (1898) by Gustav Klimt.
I am not a religious person, but I love filtering religious stories and symbols through myself and my art to discover my own vision. Lilith and Eve hold a very special place in my heart. I don't care much for how their story is retold in books; I prefer to write my own.
I have a theory that there were never two different women - there was only one, so powerful that the fragile ego of the first man simply couldn't handle her. He wanted a little woman made from a rib, not a ruler of storms. It’s strange, really - don't we become better and stronger when we stand beside strength? Why break and emasculate power when you could evolve alongside it?
Eve was a construct of male imagination... crafted from a rib, submissive and fragile, yet curious and naive enough to be led astray by anyone. Why not a serpent? Why not an apple?
But Lilith - the true first woman - would have simply laughed at that and turned the Serpent into a pair of brand-new boots. Of course, nobody wants those kinds of stories, because a woman who fears nothing demands a partner, not a master. She is a challenge, not a band-aid for a wounded ego, she forces you to push forward rather than rot on the couch...
(Digital drawing, 2026)