I've always had a fondness for mythology, and one of my favorite parables is about Icarus and Daedalus, who made wings of wax and feathers to escape prison in Crete. Icarus is so delighted with his new power of flight that he forgets Daedalus' warning and flies high into the sky toward the sun. The heat from the sun melts the wax from his wings and he plunges into the sea where he drowns. This expressionistic interpretation observes Icarus in joyous flight, frozen in paint before his fatal fall. Painted in oil on canvas board.