Iron Skies
The title's paradox stands for the contradiction of man's dream to fly, to be free and to live without boundaries and the fact that at the same time mankind usually tries to live that dream within prison cells of its own making. Intellectual, philosophical or social boundaries often weigh much more than the minds we want to let soar, to ascend to new horizons and perspectives. So I came up with the idea to combine the soft structure and vibrant grace of a feather with the harsh textures and rusty heaviness of the scrap it's made of in this artwork. Because just like Icarus allegedly said: “All limits are self imposed.”
