Icarus. How many times do I need to tell you, don’t……

The story of Icarus is well-known, the boy who flew to close to the sun, his wings were made of wax and feathers, the wax melted and poor old Icarus fell to his death.
Poor Icarus didn’t listen to the wise words of his father, Daedalus (a master craftsman), who made wings for them both to escape from Crete. They were both in exile in Crete because of a trifling matter about a Minotaur, a labyrinth and a kings daughter but that’s another story.
Daedalus said to his son before they flew, something like “don’t fly to close to the sea or the sun, these wings are made of wax an they will melt.” Icarus probably replied something like,” yeah, yeah Dad, I know you said already, got it.”
He didn’t. Icarus was so consumed with the utter pleasure of flight that his fathers words were forgotten in the euphoric feeling of the wind beneath his wings.
In his book Sagittarius Rising rising Cecil Lewis describes the utter joy of flying in an open cockpit aircraft.
So Icarus flew to close to the sun, the wings failed and Icarus fell to his death into the Icarian Sea.
I’ve taken this story as I starting point for this work (pictured below) This chap has two doves to help with his flight….
Wings of wax and feathers.

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