The star image in this page haunts me because there's only one instance in my life I would've drawn this, and I caught it in the moment. Which I think makes it a success, and it certainly got a big reaction. Just looking at it now, it's awful the way she reaches up, pleads with her eyes and mouth, writhes around... A baby who demands to be fucked! But what could sum up better where Eve is at? This is truly her liminal space, a need to be held and satisfied, revealed through an adult dance of persuasion. Even in distance, I'm disgusted by its familiarity.