thedarkwardenThe Immolation of Icarus
Astrophotographer Andrew McCarthy’s artwork, “The Fall of Icarus”, depicts one man falling into the sun.
A tiny cinder trapped momentarily on the surface tension of a solar promontory: man and mankind share equal insignificance in the vastness of space.
The sun’s bright blaze fills most of McCarthy’s canvas, sparkling with gold-flecked heat, reminiscent of Gustav Klimt’s famous, “Kiss”.
As the myth attests, Icarus escaped the labyrinth on beeswax wings, but in his hubris ignored his father’s warnings,
flew too high, and fell to earth, a melted mess.
Can we survive such a fall. Must we tempt the fate of Icarus, surviving immolation by the sun?
