The flying human is no longer an illusion. Like Icarus, people float in the air for hours in mechanical flight time and Limbo, surrounded by suspended gravity. What do changing time zones, air pressure, and high speeds do to our thoughts when we fly over the sky like birds? What does a human-bird brain think after a long flight?
With the fleeting stroke of the pencil and vibrating gray tones, the suspended spirit of the traveler is being portrayed. The gaze wanders over the outer landscapes of clouds and atmospheres of the earth.