Greek myths are not just imaginary stories. They are of complex cultural character and interpretation. They are parallels of the human existence that link all areas of it, such as society, philosophy, literature, and art. To me, they are a trigger for creation. Stripping the casing, the outer shell of a myth, I find myself proceeding into a deeper approach and analysis, attempting a philosophical interpretation of it.

I have always wondered about who Icarus really was or is. I came to the conclusion that, in a sense, we are all modern Icari, who during our lifespan are trying to spread our wings and fly to chase the light, the truth. My theory is that history describes the evolution and development of each one of us. It is not the supposed decline of Icarus that concerns me, simply because from my perspective the essence is in the flight, the rise of man towards the truth. The “Icarus” sculptures depict the trail left behind in the aether by the wings, the recording of the movement, the imprint of the intangible passage of an Icarus seeking the light.