Inspired by the greek mythological tale of Icarus, son of master craftsman Daedalus, I began in 2006 to contemplate a winged mechanical sculpture. The father and son trapped on the island of Crete assemble are in need of an escape. The father crafts wings for the two of them made of feathers and wax; warning his young son not to be overcome by the excitement of flight but rather stay focused on staying in the middle ground between the sea and the sun. Too close to the earth and the winged constructions would clog from the dampness of the sea and too close to the sun the wax would melt. Daedalus is the first to fly, Icarus following. Icarus is overcome with elation and confidence, flying too close to the sun and plummeting to his death in the sea.  

In 2009 after a visit to a cathedral in San Juan, Puerto Rico, my thoughts kept returning to the sculptures of angels with their wings spread pointing skyward. Light entering from the cathedral's front doors had poured into the space, flicking and creating shadows that animated and accenting the space around the sculptures. The negative and positive spaces of the cathedral were folding form, shadow and light into movement.