EVERYTHING I TOUCH TURNS TO JOYMY BLOOD IS RUBYMY TEARS ARE DIAMONDSAND MY SWEAT IS SAPPHIREIn an empty cathedral, a prostitute vacuums the floor.A lonely clown searches.Women sing. Dance. Wail. Wait.The little girl and her papa are on their way to the airport.Movement, clowning, hymns and karaoke collide in this ode to the joys and traumas of womanhood. The stage is transformed into a confessional; into a crucible of sexuality; into a dreamlike pit of shame and redemption.In an era where hard-won progress is rolling backwards, where reproductive rights are being stripped away, and the rise of the far right is giving power back to misogynists and religious fundamentalists, The Cathedral is a mischievous, defiant and elusive call to arms.Welcome: confess your sins. Come and be cleansed.
