Alright, so here we have our prodigal son/Icarus amalgamation crawling out of his melted wings to mourn the loss.
The color scheme will be very similar to Rembrandt's dreary tone but here, the white feathers and melted wax will stand out over his dark floor with a dim glow. The son is wearing a black business suit.
I'm going to need to find a model so the foreshortening on the son doesn't look so bizarre. I'm also 95% decided that I should include an infant crawling through the feathers.
