Did You Get That From Your Mother?

2016-17

"a calculated attack to the patriarchal construction of femininity. this show will make you feel sticky, elated and empowered.”

(dr francesco ventrella)

“ticked all the boxes as a sensory piece of theatre, surreal and sassy as fuck.” 

(great sex-pectations)

"even though we all have that force, aggression and vigour inside us deep down wanting to burst out it is never shown in film, theatre or even porn… had the audience in a trance."

(blake venus)

Did You Get That From Your Mother? is Reed Rushes’ first full length solo show. The earliest iteration (then titled The Cabinet Of Curiosities) was commissioned by SPILL festival’s National Platform 2016 where it premiered. Reed then received support through Arts Council England’s National Project Grant to develop the piece over a series of residencies at The Bike Shed Theatre, New River Studios, Live Art Bistro and The Marlborough Theatre Brighton. Did You Get That From Your Mother? then toured to The Marlborough Theatre, The Cube Bristol, Live Art Bistro, Camden People’s Theatre London and Buzzcut Festival 2017. Shorter iterations have shown at Leeds City Museum, Toynbee Studios Steakhouse Live, The Norwich Arts Centre and Ugly Ducking for Livia Rita's Rewild album launch.

Created by Reed Rushes

Produced by Giulia Casalini 

Dramaturgy Katy Baird 

Project Assistant Konstantinos Foukis 

Technician Konstantinos Foukis

Design Chara Kolaiti with Reed Rushes and Georgia Coleman

Set build James Kennely and Jon Barton 

i see you consume me, although i pretend not to notice. devour me, you salivating twit. 

it’s not long before dinner, when i shall go to get changed and carefully apply my lipstick. 

i wonder, how would things be if he was not watching? 

at dinner a tiny piece of me exploded.

from somewhere deep down this hot bubblegum stuff just erupted

i couldn't stop the pop pink shrapnel flying from me in all directions, cutting through space horizontally and from the chaos he watched surprised as a sharp piece flew and pierced his heart. 

i watched him fall from his chair. 

my explosion's debris had sprayed colour across our plain dinning room walls and it looked so amazing, his death from my mess. i started to come. 

i thought, yes, i'll come on your lines and your edges, yes, i’ll come on your funeral bed and yes, yes

when i'm done i’ll throw back my head, my eyes will be sparkling,

i'll through back my head

and i'll laugh.