Icarus

Working on my new painting of the moth, I keep thinking about the story of Icarus, the character in Greek mythology who, with wax-bound wings made by his father, got so excited about being able to fly that he forgot his father's warning not to fly too close to the sun, did so, causing the wax to melt, disassembling the wings and Icarus fell to his death in the sea.

What I keep thinking is that every time we take a new flight, there's always a risk of flying too close to the sun, but if we hold ourselves back for fear our wings will melt, we'll run a greater risk of missing out.

Have a good Wednesday,
Dianne