“Myth itself is neither fact nor fiction. Myth is a species of truth that precedes that distinction” Robert Bringhurst
The myth of Blodeuwedd says that she was a woman who was turned into an owl as punishment for committing adultery. But a myth is so much more than words written on the page; it is as alive, as real and as present as flesh, and bone.
Through dance, ritual, soundscape and storytelling, Jo Blake Cave unfastens a shapeshifting space where flowers become flesh become feathers, story and storyteller merge, and myth takes on a reality of its own.