I Dreamt I could Fly Again (Angel) by Michael Hermesh
Three thoughts about flying:
The most terrifying feat a person can commit is an act of pure creativity. It should never be confused with acts committed upon us that are beyond our control such as; tortured homelessness, starvation and rampant climate destabilization. While creativity is not beyond our control it definitely has no certainty of outcome… such as death.
Flight is a perfect metaphor for my art as a whole. The boundless freedom of the soul is given the opportunity of meaning by the weight of flesh.
My first introduction to flight as a child was not running outside to the sound of an airplane and watching in amazement – though I am of an age and a geographical region where that certainly could be true. My first awakening to flight was in lucid dreams, it was a reality more real than the agreed upon. I flew – I had rules which governed my freedom and whether mine or someone else’s they did not lessen the joy.
In reflection, I believe reality is bounded by the contracts we make, and just as our prisons are defined by our bars so are our freedoms.