The Fall of Eve
Kirsten Hirst | 2025
Paper mosaic on primed hardboard panel
24 × 80 in
$9,000 USD*
*Submitting this form does not constitute a purchase or reserve the artwork. I'll be in touch to confirm availability, shipping costs, and applicable taxes and fees. No payment is required at this stage.Accompanying Poetry by Kirsten Hirst
Written for the Fall of Eve Collection, November 2025
In The Garden
At the edge of dissolution,
in these wide open spaces
of puddles and places—
Are the limits of a tether
where her control won’t lapse.
So she dances till pink blooms,
and clinging leaves detach.
Overgrowth
Outgrown,
Overgrown.
I grew too many branches,
watered too many vines.
The mess became my meaning,
and that meaning was divine.
Outgrown,
Overgrown.
I hallowed these weeds,
firmly planted my mind.
I stayed for the burden
of tending trees that weren’t mine.
Outgrown,
Overgrown.
I leave faith to the seedling,
labor to the blind.
