Category: Teens
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Teenager Box
She had the box not at age fourteen, but much later. But somehow she scribbled over the wood — just like a teenager.
Crib
I tried to show, through my box, that my faith and beliefs have been a nurturing comfort. The figure in my box represents me. The same way it treasures the purple cross, I treasure my beliefs and culture.
Representation of a Population
Culver City Highschool. Age 12.
My box is a representation of my population, African Americans. Throughout history, my people always had something to represent. From the motherland to this present day we have represented life, struggle, triumph, and perseverance. But as we begin a new generation, what do we have to represent now? What do we have to show our future, besides being a statistic?
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How To
I collect “how to” illustrations, the drawings that come on packages that show you how to use the product. For this box, I made three scrolls with my copies of those illustrations.  I used instructional drawings from health books, dental floss, box cutters, screwdrivers,chopsticks and Hi-8 tapes.  They are packed tightly inside the box, a representation of the jumble of rules.
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Culver City High School. Grade 11.
My box represents impermanence and fragility, what was once a solid object is now only dust. The silhouette connects this metaphor with human life in that the picture is so fragile that it will scatter with the slightest wind, it is not expected to last forever.
Welcome to La La Land
Culver City Highschool. Grade 11.
My box represents my life and being a high school student in a modern world, which is all crazy. I titled this piece Welcome To La La Land because my nickname is Lala and I wanted to show a glimpse of my life. Well, what I wanted to say about myself was that, I am a quiet person but inside I am crazy, confused and talkative, but I keep it locked inside most of the time. Inside, I put little things that represent me and keys, which is the thing that will open the box (myself). I see finding the keys is like finding you, the key that will open you to the world. I have little things that can’t remain in the box like my creativity, self-expression and friendship. I feel that most people are like me and until you find yourself, you can’t find the key that will help you open up and allow you to be more yourself.
The monarch trapped in their expectations, reducing the imperial ruler into a mere puppet controlled by golden strings.
Washed Up
Culver City High School. Grade 12.
Through the open seas
Now I am being driven
By an old rusty ship
The winds beat down on the deck
And the sails are always slipping in my hands
To the places I want to go
And there where I shouldn’t go,
But the ocean has chosen the way.
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GRRRLS Teen Box Project.
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GRRRLS Teen Box Project.
If it weren’t for her skull, the head would cave in on itself.
Welcome
GRRRLS Australia Teens project.
No Chains on My Feet
Inspired by Bob Marley’s concrete jungle. My box signifies the reality of life. Nobody is really free. There are restrictions, expectations, and guidelines on you, which don’t allow you to be free. People are fed lots of lies, been told things that sound good, just to keep them satisfied, but if you stop and really think your chains may be invisible, yet they’re present. You are never really free to be yourself. Life is captivity. The baby inside the box shows that the moment your life starts is the same point your freedom dies.
Iamthereflectionofyoubutdoyouseetheconfusioninsideofme?
Culver City High School. Grade 11.
Inside of me there is a thin line between depression and happiness. Sometimes I dangle between the two, as if I am suspended on a wire and tied up by my own thoughts. Outside I am the reflection of everyone around me. You look at me and see yourself, see who and what you want to see. Although you look at me forever, you will forever see your own reflection and never penetrate to the inside where I am forever suspended between the two poles of my mind.
Staying Put
Teenager Boxes, Culver City High School, Grade 12.
People keep on saying that I should think outside of the box, but I like it better inside, it’s warmer and I don’t get wet when it rains.
Self-Portrait
Teenager Boxes, Culver City High School, Grade 12.
All I want is not to feel like this every second of my life.
Pain
Teenager Boxes, Culver City Highschool, Grade 11
Angst of Thought
The Price Of Beauty
My piece is a treasure box that is beautiful and appealing on the outside, but on the inside it contains the bad things about being a woman, i.e. dieting, sex, wrinkles, which in turn is the price of beauty.
Who am I?
As a growing teenager, I often find it hard to determine who I am as an individual. I used the box as an icon of my self-being. I feel as a teenager we often take life for granted and forget how every decision we make is an important one. The stilts on the box are there to exaggerate how important the choices you make in life are. The shattered pieces of glass, directed toward the box, show the constant pressures in life. I chose mirror to show that by just looking in the mirror at yourself you think about who you are. The box is placed upside down to show how I have built my own shelter, apart from my family to protect myself in this world.