A Painting of Eve as a Brown Woman Brought Me Back to My Faith
When I looked at her, I simultaneously saw divinity, and myself.
I was visiting the Museo de Malaga alone, while my companions spent the afternoon shopping in the southern Spanish town square. I wasn’t even there for the art—I was there for the historical exhibits, and wandered into the art wing largely out of boredom.
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Abigail Hadfield grew up in the Philadelphia area and now attends Emerson College in Boston, where they study creative nonfiction and political science. As a freelance writer and editor, their work has been published in HuffpostUK, the Harvard Gazette, and various collegiate media outlets.
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