The human body in its simplest form easily possesses of the most inspiring muse-like traits. Think even to the sciences and those who, generations ago, studied corpses intently to better understand the intricacies that comprise our bodies. How they function, how they break down, the immunities and resiliencies. But greater than their physical functioning, the very composition in essence is lovely to the eye. I can only imagine what Adam's response was actually like upon waking to find Eve. A counterpart 'like-opposite' himself. Someone wholly similar in nature and fully different in form. And lovely in nudity. Strange that since our fall we have found layers upon layers of hiddenness to cloak our shame and yet simultaneously most deeply desire to get back to the intimacy and freedom in the Garden. Layers of paint and lines and brushstrokes, paper, and lace, and music, return this Eve to some semblance of the original intended creation.
