A new day dawns before us, Helios’ chariot brings the dawn, illuminating the
place that I have called home for so long. Immersed in the golden stillness mine shines
only friend, majestic in his ghostly and contained inertia. He watches me,
aware of everything, aware of every word spoken, of my plans, of his, and of
my father’s. It’s such a faint hope to cling to a ray of sunshine,
search for one’s own meaning in the fleeting boundary between what is known and the unknown. My father repeats endlessly that the agony is about to end, that we will fly away from what oppresses us, that I will not have to suffer the charm of the Sun god, I will have to stay next to him, I will have to trust what he says. I should look at the horizon and seek the freedom of my father, but the light reflected on that piece of metal clouds my mind.
What if Daedalus was wrong?
Crows dancing around Icarus’ failure frame his inevitability
end: the now burnt and still burning hand carries within it the glow of ambition and
of achieving the goal, who still thrill vividly in the act
protagonist’s ending. This glow is the representation of that side of the
human nature that often clashes with the impossibility of achieving a goal and the
aware of not succeeding in his intent, but still proceeds with obstinacy and
safety in one’s path, even at the expense of failure. This end
figurative in intent, it stands out against a dawning sky, deliberately in stark contrast
with the allegory, the dawn that brings hope of rebirth Icarus will no longer see.
In our video, a retelling of the myth of Icarus, the legendary son of Daedalus and
Naucrates, slave of Minos. Locked up with his father in the labyrinth of Crete, he escaped
flying with the wings that Daedalus had adapted with wax to his own body and that
of the son. But, coming too close to the Sun, he fell into what is now the Aegean Sea. AND
an alternative narrative, the realization of the rebellion on the father and his
belief system, represented by the Hungarian trap. There is the suddenness
epiphany, a sudden awareness that the game can be solved,
the opening of a new door that leads to a place that Icarus knows nothing about. He
he trudges scared, light, immature, he would like to go back, to the certainties of
father, but he can’t anymore. He wanders, he realizes he has faced the unknown and won. Alone,
far from home, so close to the warmth of the Sun God, of his goals, but he has not
nothing left, just the burning heat of his skin. Icarus did not give in, he elevated himself to
a new self-awareness, becomes the protagonist of a morality that sees him
winner, finally with the smile of having gone beyond the legendary warning.
We’ll die ablaze, but the sun’s still our aim