But is there a Lilith lurking behind every Eve that dances within the garden of Eden? It was a widespread folkloric belief that there were two discourses surrounding the origin of mankind. One believes that Lilith, a.k.a. succubus was made the same way Adam does, out of clay, and succubus was thought to be a lusty creature, stealing babies in the darkness. Succubus was also described as a self seeking vain pot, treacherous, proud and lazy, a carefree femme fatale who creates enmity within her surroundings. Lilith refuses to be subservient to men. As opposed to the submissive creature Eve was modelled to be. Eve, unlike Lilith, was formed by the ribs of men, and became his trustworthy companion in life.

In her paintings, Sofia Haron celebrates women in all its carefreeness but with a tinge of modesty. They are parlayed on a platter of lingerie-covered bareness yet, nothing sordid is revealed. Felinity seems to be floating on a cloud of ruffles as they exude a certain ballerina lightness, motioning like in a staged dance, her stance pitter-patting with gay abandonment. Within her own intimacy, she discovers herself balancing in between the person Eve was and losing Lilith in the process. At that spur of the moment, can we be certain of what she underwent?

This is a story about the women she knew or perceived, as she peels open the layers one by one, slowly letting the imperative nakedness bloom to the fore, as we discover the hidden meanings of what it is to be a woman in society.