Like a human moth, the artist makes a succession of desperate attempts to reach the heart of the light source which attracts him. For this figure, there seems to something more desirable, perhaps even immaterial to the arrangement of plastic casing, bulbs and wires we so rely on. Unlike the mythical character from which this piece lends its name, the artist does not reach his illuminated destination but, armed with only the modern wings of a polyester tracksuit, fails to achieve his goal. This failure and the resulting isolation this current day Icarus succumbs to is born from a number of recent reflections. Firstly, on a personal basis - feelings of failure, weakness and emasculation are expressed as action and narrative. Secondly, the work of Bas Jan Ader continues to affect my practice - he too is concerned with human failure and personal insignificance as he consciously accepts the inevitability of gravity in his Fall series (www.basjanader.com)