Myth is a fantastical lie, an untruth, a defunct cultural story of forgotten gods and goddesses, right? Myth is a ‘commonly held but false belief’. That's how we use that word now. Myth means Lie. But 'myth' didn't always mean that. Myth used to be sacred act, ritual, invocation, transformation. What has happened? What does myth do now in our disastrously unmythic culture?
Angry, honest, intense and funny; Blodeuwedd Untold is the hybrid offspring of Jo B Here, where traditional storytelling meets performance art. Interweaving personal and mythic narrative, Blodeuwedd Untold centres on the relationship between Jo and Blodeuwedd – a woman made of flowers from the Welsh mythic text The Mabinogion. The myth of Blodeuwedd says that she was a woman made out of flowers who was turned into an owl as a punishment for committing adultery. At least, that’s what the book says... the book written by the monks in the 14th century. But who was Blodeuwedd before she met the pages of the book?
Myth is so much more than words written on the page. Myth is alive; it is as real and present as flesh, as bone. Blodeuwedd Untold asks: What happens when myths are taken out of the bodies of the storytellers and captured in the pages of books? What happens to a people when we lose our myths? And how on earth can you be a storyteller in the 21st century?
Through dance, ritual, sound scape and storytelling; Blodeuwedd Untold unfastens a shapeshifting space where story and storyteller merge, and myth takes on a reality of its own.