The Hamlet Project

Maybe this is why I find it hard to like Ophelia. Generally, people who want their art spelled out for them make me a little crazy. While looking at a painting, watching a modern dance, listening to a concert, they cannot rest until they know what it means. They’re a bit like those people who can’t wait for the film to answer its own questions. “But who killed him?” They’ll ask in a murder mystery. We don’t know. That’s why we are continuing to watch this murder mystery.
I remember having some trouble enjoying modern dance at first. Because I was trying to make meaning where there wasn’t meant to be. I didn’t have the context. I wanted it to be a story. Sometimes I think having some comfort with art that does not explicitly mean things is a sign of maturity.