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Gathering your wits you launch into your explanation. It is clear to you that the Woman is a modern Icarus, her impaled handglider clearly standing in for melted wings. The shouting voice is the disembodied yet omnipresent media, the sirens that compelled her to to fly but then destroyed her so they could mock her on the way down. It is a meditation on ambition, greed and the power of the media to make and break those whom it’s gaze lingers on, indeed it is an allegory for the death of the old gods and their replacement by the the fourth estate.
Alex strokes his beard meditatively. While you are wrong, you are incorrect in a very interesting way. As such he will award half marks and direct you towards the Blackfriars Pub where he knows a group who will be interested in your views. If they judge you worthy they will ensure you make it to the interview on time.
Frankly that seems an excessively mysterious answer that isn’t wildly helpful, but there’s not a lot you can do about it so you accept it. At least Alex has laid on an Orang-utan Rickshaw to get you quickly to Blackfriars.