Panamarenko’s craft is as great as his obsession, meticulously building flying machines that will not fly at all. But the lightness of thought floats above the weight of metal, and animates these heroic yet tragic creations. I can almost hear their creaks and groans, see how they stretch, tremble, stumble onward, lift off, and then explode.

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