A title at times is unnecessary and even detrimental in that it can limit or distort what you see in something. Taking this into consideration, you can take or leave the title of “Icarus” I’ve given my money-winged cages.

The title comes from an urge to counterweight an initial and entirely valid reading of these objects along the lines of “money gives us wings/freedom”, “it can even make a cage fly”. Money can of course give us wings (just look at all those expensive metal bugs zipping across our skies). As it can also imprison us in a cage of its/our own design. The title is meant to question what the limits are to a wise use of money. The work itself, meanwhile, hopefully points to the sometimes (often? always?) contradictory relationship between money and freedom.

Stretching an interpretation of the title further, you might also find in these money-winged Icarus’ a disturbingly direct relation to the original Icarus of the myth: the reckless high-flying of our money-powered consumer society has indeed brought us too close to the sun as manifested by the global warming caused by industrial production. But maybe such an interpretation is itself too high-flying.