Sinner

What an ominous scene you so seductively make to put across this concept of sin. So very many moods of malevolence in a seemingly serene thing. The black ringed hole in that forbidden fruit hanging over her head like the sword of Damocles makes me wondering if it might be more than worms. Almost seems as if William Tell may be practicing with fire arms and using the Lady for a target holder. Seems almost as if it would be less eerie if the hand reaching for the unsuspecting Lass from behind were a gnarled old zombie, of skeletal remain. This soft, manicured, fine feminine appendage with its oh so delicate digits really looks dangerous!