Artwork and Images - To Catch A Fancy

Forbidden Fruit uses the story of Adam and Eve to explore themes of domesticity, seduction, civility, and restraint. Antemann's contemporary approach to the historic medium forces the viewer to reflect on how social etiquettes and our understandings of morality have changed over the years.

Scantily dressed in traditional 18th century garb, Antemann’s characters are placed in wildly seductive, Bacchanalian poses. Women spill over laps and crawl atop tables, fannies aloft; men are shirtless and dazed, seated and gazing idly over their female counterparts.



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You are the Harp

The emotions of a human
Can be lightly
Played and strummed
It can resemble the steady beat of a heart
The sound cannot be replicated
Repeated or duplicated
Once the frightening melody starts

The highest strings
Penetrates the mind
Representing the sadness and anxiety
For now you are quite alone
The shrillness will increase in strength
But will remain dark in tone

The lower strings
They are loss of hope
Relaying disillusion
These strings are taunt
Specifically for you
In my composition
I will most certainly use them

To complete my vengeful melodies
The strands I pluck and choose
Shall be your life's situation
For you my sly one are the harp
And I am the musician

I strum the strings one by one
In a familiar rhythm you know
I am smiling at your rapid demise
As your heart implodes silently and slow

I will continue to play you
Throughout your life
My tunes filled with retribution
Have no doubt
We both know it is true
You are the harp
And I am the musician

The strange and eerie song I play
Notes chosen for their intent
For all the damage you have caused my dear
The strings I choose will represent

Now I perform this song
For your blackened soul
Upon which there will be many lesions
Till the echoes of this music
Shall drive you into madness
For you are the harp my darling
I am the musician

~ Tammy M Darby​


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