Flying
- PERSPECTIVE
- Icarian Ascent
- ENGINE
- SVG + JavaScript
- FRAME INTERVAL
- Interval-Based Effects
- OBSERVATION
- Self-Inflicted
Wax wings and concrete horizons, progressing towards what exactly?
In [ Flying ], the myth of Icarus serves as an operating metaphor for civilization's relentless cycle of destruction and renewal. We remain perpetually in love with light and height, engineering our upward trajectory on fragile wax and feathers even as what we once thought of as innovations overtake every living surface. Lead, thalidomide, asbestos, etc. our progress creates ruins yet we still find the hope to move beyond them.
Shaped as a digital butterfly whose kinetic words refuse to hold still, the piece directly confronts the core inquiry of broken-world-thinking. Flight is neither clean escape nor purely tragic ignorance; it is the recurring, self-inflicted condition of striving upward with fragile materials while the groundwork below continually dissolves.
On wings of wax or lepidoptera?
Meditating on flying too close to the sun, and building atop ruins, the poem embeds live-cycling words directly into its wings. Depending on if you read wing-by-wing or line-by-line the meaning of progress and its connotations change.