Flying Into the New Year

If forced to choose a single element, forsaking all others, I’d be hard pressed to choose between trees and feathers. Feathers are great, aren’t they? Superb for a black and white artist, and even more so in ventures into colour. Way to go, birds. And, you know, angels. And good old Icarus–I’d have done the same as you, kid. cropped-untitled.jpg

 

Detail from Wax-Winged Icarus, poem by Kate Austin for Pulp Literature Issue 6

 

 

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