Every artist is an Icarus

Rating: 8/10 (2 March 2015)

Every artist is an Icarus flying with wings made of wax; flying too high and approaching the sun ends in melting wax and losing the wings and flying too low and approaching the sea in wet and thus heavy wings, both fatal for the fly of the artist. there must be a balance. swimming absolutely with or against the tide is far from this balance. the Daedalus of any art or genre endows his son, the artist, with the wings, but it is him/her who should continue the flight until getting rid of the tyranny of the dictator king of the prison of this island we are living in called the society and the life.The artist whose wings are melted does not exist and turns into the phantom of opera with no nose to smell the nuances of concrete living, with an ignorance which peers like a virtue.