Icarus

     I made the body of Icarus two years ago and for those two years he has been on my table and inside the half of the doll suitcase where I thought I would have him "fly".   I have to "see" the entire piece first and I just had not seen Icarus flying in the doll case for two years.  At Halloween a small black crow sat on top of him, grandchildren have picked him up, asked where his clothes were and did he have a face?   Icarus, without a face, I haven't felt  guilty.  I mean who really needs a face anyway?  Aren't we all a summation of acts and deeds.  How many times have you said, "oh, I can almost see his/her face", but he/she was the one who..."  Get my point.

    So I've been patient. Then one day last week everything fell into place  I had an extra 5"7" block of wood (painted black) on the table and I was flying Icarus around the top of the table and slid him onto the block of wood, and at that point I saw it all, exactly what I wanted to do, artistically.  I grabbed the scissors and glue, a rusted bottle cap, a jewel and an ocean scene and finally created my interpretation of "Icarus".

Short, Short Story of Icarus

Icarus wanted to fly to the sun.

His father made him some wings of wax

    and warned him not to fly to close to the sun.

But Icarus flew to the sun anyway

And his wings melted.

He fell into the ocean

Where he drowned.