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What Hamlet means to me

I love Hamlet. That is to say, “Hamlet” is my favorite of Shakespeare’s plays. I’ve lost count of how many productions of Hamlet I’ve seen, either live or on television or cinema. Of all, my favorite remains the version performed by Christopher Plummer. His Hamlet is not often mentioned among the best Hamlets, generally thought to include Laurence Olivier, Kenneth Branagh, Derek Jacobi, Richard Burton, David Tennant and other notable actors, including, surprisingly to some, Mel Gibson.

My favorite Hamlet, Christopher Plummer

But I really liked Plummer’s Hamlet persona and thought he was especially good at claiming to be crazy while probably wondering if he really was or not. I found Olivier to be wimpy and Branagh to be too huffy and puffy.

Although some productions of Hamlet I’ve seen were downright bad (two at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in past years come to mind), that hasn’t stopped me from buying tickets to new productions that come along. Most recently I attended a dance version of Hamlet that had its U.S. premier in Chicago. I hesitated. After all, what is Shakespeare without words? But then I remembered seeing the ballet of Romeo and Juliet at La Scala in Milan. I was shocked to find myself weeping as Juliet, in a grief-stricken dance, whirled Romeo’s body around her.

I remembered that words are not the only vehicle for expressing emotion. Turns out, the dancing Hamlet, Guillaume Côté, touched my soul too.

On Saturday, Dec. 7, I drove to South Bend, Ind., the home of the University of Notre Dame, to see a special program by a renowned Shakespearean actor. She used Shakespeare’s words to create a personal memoir. I thought that was an intriguing concept, enough that I willingly drove an hour to the Notre Dame theater.

Lisa Wolpe as Hamlet and others

Lisa Wolpe, founder of the all-women Los Angeles Women’s Shakespeare Company, has played nearly every leading role (both males and females) in Shakespeare during her career. Knowing Shakespeare’s words as well as she does, she was able to select strings of speeches, sonnets and soliloquies to express her response to multiple family traumas, including several suicides, in particular that of her Jewish father. He took his life after becoming a war hero fighting the Nazis that exterminated his family. She was 4 years old at the time.

Wolpe said her traumatic childhood gained some meaning and stability when at age 19 she discovered Shakespeare. Shakespeare’s reflections on the human condition helped her to sort out her own feelings. She crafted another way to appreciate Shakespeare deep understanding of humanity by using his powerful words for her memoir, part performance, part reflection.

Wearing black pants, shoes and vest, Hamlet’s customary attire, Wolpe weaved together Hamlet’s “To be or not to be” soliloquy with lines from other plays or poems. I easily recognized the bits from Hamlet and the sonnets, but guessed the origin of other lines. She switched easily from Shakespearean characters to being her own self, wrestling with questions about her father’s and her life.

Her performance received a well-deserved standing ovation. Before leaving the theater I spoke to her to offer her a glimpse of my relationship with Shakespeare. I was 13 when I first saw “Hamlet.” My grandmother had taken me to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. I was electrified by Hamlet’s words and his strong emotions.

But in my family it was inconceivable that I would be allowed to speak my mind in the same eloquent way. My father was a violent alcoholic who allowed no other family members to express emotion, especially anger (at him).

I started memorizing Hamlet’s soliloquies and soon knew each one by heart. If ever I felt overwhelmed by the oppressive atmosphere of my home life, I let loose with Shakespeare’s words. My father thought I was merely trying to follow in his footsteps, since he often reminded us that he was a top Shakespeare student in college.

“I love that story,” said Wolpe as she brushed me off and turned to speak to other admirers from the audience.

Yeah, me too. It’s just another example of how Shakespeare saves lives: mine and Wolpe’s.

My Tattoo

For years I was tempted to get a tattoo. In Portland a tattoo seems to be part of the accepted tribal regalia. Even at my age, I figured any body art would just help me blend in

“She flies with her own wings”

with the highly decorated populace.

What gave me pause was my dread of prolonged pain for the hour or so the tattoo process would last. I also harbored a fear of operator error: What if the tattoo artist had a tremor? What if he or she was a lousy artist?

I already knew what words I wanted to use in permanently altering my epidermis. When a fitness instructor at my gym told me that the Latin words tattooed on her upper deltoid were actually the words of the Oregon State Motto, I thought, “Why not have that in plain English?” So, the decision was made at that moment. Someday I would get a tattoo that included the words “She flies with her own wings.”

And this being Portland, I was also inspired to put a bird on it. My initial thought was to have a Western Meadowlark (the Oregon State Bird) attached to the motto, but I feared its yellow and tan plumage would not stand out. So, just to liven up the design, I resolved to add a burst of color with a red-breasted bluebird.

The next task was to find a tattoo artist, one who was good at drawing birds. I started visiting websites of Portland tattoo parlors. Someone suggested attending a Tattoo Expo in Portland and choosing someone who was exhibiting there. However, I ended up finding my wonderful tattoo artist purely through happenstance.

Atlas Tattoo Studio

I was invited to a media event at a bar on North Albina Avenue. When I looked up the address on Google Maps, I noticed Atlas Tattoo Studio was just down the block. I checked out their website and perused some of the sample artwork. After perhaps too many cocktails I popped in and made an appointment with Brian Paul, whose birds I thhad judged to be exceptionally good.

When the day of my appointment arrived, I was as nervous as could be. Friends had warned me that I would suffer excruciating pain, or that I would be stuck with a visual disaster, complete with misspellings. Brian turned on his electric needle and I began my Lamaze breathing. Not long into the process, I accepted the fact that I could actually relax and enjoy it. I felt absolutely no pain at all. Brian carefully followed an ink template on my upper left deltoid and after a short break, he applied the color.

The entire process lasted about an hour and cost $160. Brian added decorative touches

Taking a break before Brian adds the color.

that brought the design to life. For example, he turned the motto into a parchment scroll that was being pulled through the air by the bird. As Brian was working his magic on my upper arm, I asked him if Atlas, this tattoo studio I had stumbled upon, was highly rated. “It’s the best,” he stated, and said that when he moved back to Oregon from New York, it was the only place he wanted to work. I congratulated myself on my excellent taste in tattoo parlors!

After coddling and caring for my healing skin for about two weeks, I unveiled my new tattoo for public viewing. I love it! How about you?

The finished product!

An artist’s photo images of refugees

Today I went to a reception at an art gallery to see photographs — or to be precise,

Friderike Heuer

Friderike Heuer

photomontages — depicting the plight of refugees that were created by my new friend, Friderike Heuer. Friderike, who was herself an immigrant from Germany and is now a US citizen, takes her dog to the same dog park where I take my dog. When Friderike’s dog Milo and my dog Matilda began to play one day, Friderike and I began to talk. We had a lot to talk about, including photography, writing and politics.

In an artist’s talk given to the dozens of people who attended her opening at Camerawork Gallery, Friderike explained her process and her artistic expression regarding the suffering of refugees. She travels often to her former home and she is well aware of how Germany’s population has swelled from the influx of refugees and how much the system struggles to accommodate them. By comparison, the United States has taken in a mere fraction of people hoping for a better life.

"Confusion"

“Confusion”

Although Friderike once tried her hand at painting, she confesses that it is easier and more productive for her to use the computer to create painterly effects. Her photomontages begin with a landscape that may be from a number of European or Middle Eastern countries, or even from Sauvie Island, just north of Portland. Then she superimposes photos of refugees, mostly Muslims, as well as various structures or shelters that she has photographed in Europe and elsewhere. To add a mottled effect, she then superimposed photos she had taken at an abandoned steel mill, where the remaining pieces of metal had been tarnished and discolored by exposure to the elements. Finally, she applied color, usually vivid colors that helped express the desperation of people in transit.

Some of the photos had added elements of symbolism, such as “Seeking Shelter,” which

"Seeking Shelter"

“Seeking Shelter”

has Christian statuary and symbols scattered throughout. It was meant as an ironic statement, she said, recalling the Christian tenets of kindness, generosity and protection of the weak.

She prints her photomontages on German etching paper, rather than photographic paper. That is meant to lend more credence to the idea that these works of art are paintings.

Each of the large prints sells for $400 and Friderike will donate all proceeds to Mercy Corps for their continued work on behalf of refugees. Friderike’s art will be on display until March 3, 9 am to 4 pm Monday through Friday, and 9 am to 5 pm every Saturday.