Garden of Eden

“Garden of Eden” Series Artist Statement

When I was a small child, Paradise had trees with bright berries. Birds, swooping, came to feed, and I, laughing, ran to catch them.

When I was a small child, every tree bestowed more than shade: splendor, a place to shelter, footholds to the sun in its branches…

When I was a small child, in the garden was the air, more transparent, breath so free that guilt could not exist there.

Adam and Eve were children. In Paradise they encountered a subtle beast and made, as it is known a bad choice.


Plump leaves turned spiky, and thorns morphed to flaming swords. Smooth brain lobes became rugged. The very air, and water now to fight over. Children of the world, if you had to imagine paradise I wonder, would it involve screens?

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