oskar cy westbridge

I read Mary Shelley's Frankenstein during a particularly lonely stretch of quarantine. I was quickly absorbed by the world, the characters, and, especially, the atmosphere. ​Tasked with translating the world of the book to the stage, I took a field-trip to the Internation Museum of Surgical Science, and, I stumbled accross a scale model of a 13th century operating theatre located at the University of Padua.​

 

I decided that our production would try to adopt some of the conventions of a public dissection. The performance presented itself as an autopsy of Victor Frankenstein, an exploration of his death, as well as the way that he lived.