“Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight For the greatest tragedy of all Is never to feel the burning light.” — indie ICARUS based on the myth — please read rules before interacting — ( art by sergey solomko & jmw turner )
“ Do you normally come to strangers and assume they need help? –… “
He realizes how he’s behaving, and stares hard at the artwork in front of him. His face curls in consternation, and chin upturns in pride.
“ What’ this one about? “
Icarus knew he could reply to the first question && probably worsen the situation, so he decided fully against it, the second question was a peace offering to him more than anything else. Switching his attention from the stranger back to the painting, he started explaining. This was what he was way better at.
“Oh, it’s called The Birth of the World by Joan Miró. He stated that it’s ‘a sort of genesis’. About amorphous beginnings of life. He didn’t decide what he was going to paint beforehand, he just ‘went’ with it, if that’s the proper world. The figures, such as the kite, the balloon && the shooting star looks all too familiar while not having any particular connections at the same time. To Miró, the start of the whole process was free, unconscious. The brush merely acting as itself.”
Icarus turned his attention back to the guest as he finished speaking, curious about his reaction than anything else.
