Icarus flew too close to the sun, the glue on his makeshift wings melted and he fell and supposedly died. I've got this metaphor in my head about trying to be God. Trying to replace myself with him. There's no way that's possible.
But it gave me a thought, what if Icarus lived? I could imagine him as this soulful humble sort that would give sage advice. (saying sage made me think of herbs and then I thought of spaghetti and I suddenly pictured him giving me advice about spaghetti sauce.lol)
These thoughts, and the song Icarus by Bastille inspired me to draw this picture. Hope you enjoy
Wow! Looks awesome!