Johnny Tsokos

Medusa. The name itself conjures up a range of conflicting emotions from immortal terror to dangerous curiosity. This is Medusa, the lover. An icon reimagined. A cruel monster of mythology, malevolent and frightful, cursed for a defiance of the gods. The personification of horror and rage recreated; a legendary figure turning to stone every living thing that looks upon it.

Here is a side of the monster no one yet knows: alone and longing for a lost love, equally wanting yet desperate, at times regretful on the verge of perpetual defeat and desperation. Flawed and betrayed yet still persistent in his struggle to be reunited with the woman he once loved, on his path of self-discovery and the ultimate acceptance of this punished life.

This unexpected love story is told from the point of view of this iconic yet tortured character. A Boy Named Medusa connects the pieces of an existence in the face of futility while crossing time and conventional beliefs, daringly defying the preconceptions of a Legend.

As this story unfolds, so the question shall be answered: Has the monster resurfaced in a new shape or is this all an anthem for the unloved?