Our Fall Design Final was to come up with an artist book, that could be as personal as we wanted it to be. I then constructed my own version of pandora's box relevant to me (and my 1st world problems) following the original mythological story.
"...Finally, Pandora could stand it no longer. She crept up to the box, took the huge key off the high shelf, fitted it carefully into the lock and turned it..."
"...She opened her eyes and looked into the box, expecting to see fine silks, gowns or gold bracelets and necklaces or even piles of gold coins..."
"...For Zeus had packed the box full of all the terrible evils he could think of. Out of the box poured disease and poverty. Out came misery, out came death, out came sadness..."
"...Pandora could still hear a voice calling to her from the box, pleading with her to be let out..."
"...All that remained in the box was Hope. It fluttered from the box like a beautiful dragonfly, touching the wounds created by the evil creatures, and healing them. Even though Pandora had released pain and suffering upon the world, she had also allowed Hope to follow them..."
