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Cover and interior illustrations for Diana Wynne Jones’ Howl’s Moving Castle. Available as prints on INPRNT
Greek mythology from A to Z:
[P] - Pandora (Πανδώρα), the first woman, was created by Zeus to neutralize the blessing of fire, which had been stolen by Prometheus from Olympus.
In Hesiod’s Works and Days, Pandora had a jar containing all manner of misery and evil. Zeus sent her to Epimetheus, who forgot the warning of his brother Prometheus and made Pandora his wife. She afterward opened the jar, from which the evils flew out over the earth. Hope alone remained inside, the lid having been shut down before she could escape.
John William Waterhouse, Pandora, 1896
Yayoi Kusama My Flower Bed 1965
Do it… There’s only room for one Boss. And one Snake…
OK hero. Set me free.
A tank does not need a rocket! It needs something else…
“Snake, history will never know what she did. No one will ever learn the truth. Her story… her debriefing… will endure only in your heart. Everything she did, she did for her country. She sacrificed her life and her honor for her native land. She was a real hero. She was a true patriot.”
An ocelot never lets his prey escape.
And yet sometimes, at night, I can still feel the pain creeping up inside me. Slithering through my body, like a snake…
The Voice / Summer night, Edvard Munch
Medium: oil,canvas