What is art: is it the grandiose plays of Shakespeare, or your mothers half-remembered childhood stories? What does it mean to be an actor: are you an artist in your own right, or a writers puppet? And what does it mean to take artistic risks: are you a pioneer, or simply wasting money?
Completely Bloody Incoherent situates itself at the heart of these debates. Drawing its title from the abundance of negative, male-authored criticism dismissing woman-authored postmodern theatre as incoherent, the play sets to challenge entrenched ideals of naturalistic, coherent storytelling and the hierarchies that uphold them. Weaving between fragments of a disruptive narrative, we are made to confront the difficulties of communication, the restrictive dictates of art, and the power structures embedded in theatrical performance.