Unto dust shalt thou return… Genesis 3:19

Mother Eve gazes upward toward Elohim, the Gods who shaped her. The final step of creation—death—now casts its shadow upon her. Yet she does not rebel. She reasons:

I followed thy ways. Will You now turn away from me?

This is her first breath of mortality—woven into the fabric of the flesh. Perhaps the realization came with the sting of a thorn, the first taste of fatigue, or the heat of sunburn on her bare shoulders. Her cry is the first of millions to come.

To evoke this tension, the artwork juxtaposes confocal micrographs of cancer cells with constellations of distant stars—setting the trembling beauty of life against the vast, unyielding lattice of space.

The golden filaments reaching outward from the cell mass represent the tenuous threads mingling creation with extinction. Each luminous tendril mirrors both the dendrites of organic life and the gravitational arms of galaxies—binding the ephemeral and the celestial into a single unfolding narrative.