This piece reimagines the myth of Icarus, not as punishment, but as the emotional cost of striving. Wings melt, not from arrogance—but from longing, from the hunger to transcend limitation. Set against the same space as “Eros and Psyche,” Icarus’ descent offers a counterpoint: where one piece holds intimacy, this one falls into solitude.

It’s a meditation on collapse—how even beautiful ambition can break us, and how there is something poetic in the falling.