Polymer clay and acrylics, 12x8x6" mounted on a 6” diameter base


“Never regret thy fall,
O Icarus of the fearless flight
For the greatest tragedy of them all
Is never to feel the burning light.”
- Oscar Wilde

What if Icarus didn’t succumb to water logged lungs and dreams turned to melted wax? What if he was secreted away by humanoid beings of the sea? Molly, here, is born from the idea that other worldly descendants of Icarus, bound by sea and sky in equal measure thrive in a realm of endless wonder and adventure. This hapless wanderer and her crimson sunbird familiars are scheming and dreaming and ready to embrace the fall. Good thing she has her helmet.