For Icarus

Icarus, son of Daedalus, escapes imprisonment with wings fashioned from feathers and wax. Warned not to fly too high or too low, he is exhilarated by flight and ascends toward the sun. The heat melts the wax, his wings fail, and he falls into the sea below. His death becomes a cautionary tale of hubris, desire, and the peril of exceeding mortal limits in pursuit of transcendence. Here, an admirer of Icarus, and his audacious goal, has tucked small yellow daisy-like blooms under each arm, not as decoration, but as an act of tender ceremony. For at times don’t we all take unnecessary risks?

He walks where wings once burned.
Beneath each arm, fragments of the sun not as warning, but remembrance.
This is not the fall of Icarus, but what grew after.

Oil on canvas, 2026
Size: 36” x 24”
Price: £850

© Robert Walker 2026
@theartistrobert