Mark Twain had his own ideas of Adam and Eve when he wrote the tongue in cheek "The Diaries of Adam and Eve."
In fact, I jumped out of bed and startled my husband who asked what I was looking for. I was searching for Mark Twain's book in my bookshelf. Here's just a little of the diary entries...
Eve: "I think it is a man. I had never seen a man, but it looked like one, and I feel sure that is what it is. I realize that I feel more curiosity about it than about any of the other reptiles....I was afraid of it at first and started to run every time it turned around, for I thought it was going to chase me. But by and by I found it was only trying to get away, so after that I was not timid anymore but tracked it...At last it was a good deal worried and climbed at tree."
Adam: "This new creature with the long hair is a good deal in the way. It is always hanging around and following me about. I don't like this; I am not used to company. I wish it would stay with the other animals...I wish it would not talk; it is always talking."
Eve: "When I found it could talk, I felt a new interest in it, for I love to talk. I talk all day and in my sleep, too, and I am very interesting. But if I had another to talk to, I could be twice as interesting and would never stop...All the week I tagged around after him and tried to get acquainted. I had to do the talking because he was so shy, but I didn't mind."
Adam: "The new creature says its name is Eve. That is all right, I have no objections. Says it is to call it by when I want it to come. I said it was superfluous then."
Eve: "This morning I told him my name, hoping it would interest him. But he did not care for it....He talks very little. Perhaps it is because he is not bright and is sensitive about it and wishes to conceal it."
Adam: "She told me she was made out of a rib taken from my body. This is at least doubtful, if not more than that. I have not missed any rib...Perhaps I ought to remember that she is very young, a mere girl, and make allowances. She is all interest, eagerness, vivacity. The world to her a charm, a wonder, a mystery, a joy. She can't speak for delight when she finds a new flower; she must pet it and caress it and smell it and talk to it and pour out endearing names upon it...If she could quiet down and keep still a couple of minutes at a time, it would be a reposeful spectacle. In that case, I think I could enjoy looking at her. Indeed I am sure I could, for I am coming to realize that she is a quite remarkably comely creature--lithe, slender, trim, rounded, shapely, nimble, graceful. And once, when she was standing marble-white and sun-drenched on a boulder, with her young head tilted back and her hand shading her eyes, watching the flight of a bird in the sky, I recognized that she was beautiful."
So put that in a diorama, but it would probably be "R" rated for nudity.