I’ve always had an affinity for those fantastical beings that can’t be understood by a story told only in black and white. In the pose I chose for this Medusa, she is attempting to shield others from that dangerous part of herself, but only halfway. Butterflies turned to stone hang in her chamber. Is it easier to be surrounded by lovely, inanimate things after what had happened to her than real living beings? Is there a hesitation before punishing others in her misery?