Medusha In Her Bathtub (Medusa in her Bath Tub)

This work stages Medusa not as a monster but as a private consciousness, reclining in a claw‑foot tub where domestic comfort is tightened into captivity by the dense, nocturnal tonality of the etching. The serpentine hair reads like an internal swarm—ornamental yet vigilant—while the meticulous crosshatching turns steam, shadow, and silence into a single psychological atmosphere. Opposed to this hushed interior, the inserted blaze of digital color flares like an intrusive memory or public myth breaking into the bath’s fragile sanctuary, suggesting how trauma and legend continue to ignite within even the most intimate acts of self-care. The surrounding grid of dark apertures functions like a wall of witnesses, repeating the logic of the gaze and reinforcing the sense that vulnerability here is always on display.