With a head of poisonous snakes and a murderous gaze, Medusa has come to epitomise female monstrosity. Caravaggio painted her. Shakespeare wrote about her. Freud had a bloody field day.
A new work of dissection and dissent on female bodies, female violence and female rage. With Medusa as our muse, and Jill Soloway as our spiritual guide, Medusa is a blood boiler, a stealthy deconstruction, and one of feminism’s great reclamations.
“Emotional anarchy, comedic, purgative, liberating…I am profoundly grateful I got to experience it.” — Theatreview