Icarus: The Boy who Fell from the Sky

I've been so busy this past week that the idea of falling is heavy on my mind.  Maybe that's why I decided to take tonight to partake in a nice glass of red wine  to motivate some inspiration.  It didn't take much before I was attacking the painting of Icarus that I started back in October with small studies. I'm still not done but it's looking a hell of a lot better. Keep an eye out for the finished product.

"The unconfined skies remain 
                         though Minos may be lord of all the world 
                          his sceptre is not regnant of the air"

"While he was working, his son Icarus, 

                         with smiling countenance and unaware 

                                    of danger to himself, perchance would chase 

                                 the feathers, ruffled by the shifting breeze, 

                                or soften with his thumb the yellow wax"

" As when the bird leads forth her tender young, 

                         from high-swung nest to try the yielding air; 
                         so he prevailed on willing Icarus"

"The unlucky father, not a father, called, 

                         "Where are you, Icarus?" and "Where are you? 

                         In what place shall I seek you, Icarus?" 

                         He called again; and then he saw the wings 

                         of his dear Icarus, floating on the waves"

All paintings by Annie Shepard, all quotations from Ovid's Metamorphosis