Experimenting with paper sculpture in a "tunnel book" setting for the story of Icarus. If the ability to create resembles a portal to the divine, the fear is of hubris. Will the wings we fashion bring us so near that they melt and send us crashing to the waves? Like the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, will we lose access to Paradise if we reach too high? There is a resonance to the cautionary tales, designed both to stir and quell, curiosity.