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Ophelia (fb:www.facebook.com/AnorielCospla… )
Series:: "The more deceived – a Hamlet epilogue" (Literature)
Location: Ausee, Switzerland
June 2013
"Ophelia – the more deceived" is quite a heartfelt project I did with & in june 2013 when they both visited me in Switzerland. For the theme of the shooting, we wrote an epilogue together for Shakespeare's play "Hamlet", which I'll explain to you in the following part of the description:
Hamlet: ...I did love you once.
Ophelia: Indeed, my, lord, you made me believe so.
Hamlet: You should not have believed me ...I loved you not.
Ophelia: I was the more deceived.
– Act III, scene I
As far as we understood, Ophelia was written as a character which symbolizes purity, love and innocence and the three people she most loved were her father Polonius, her brother Laertes and Hamlet. It is due to the aforementioned virtues why insanity started to bloom when she heard that her father was murdered – she could not cope with it, and once she knew that it was Hamlet who killed her father, she completely fell prey to her insanity and drowned herself in the river.
Fascinating enough was, that - no matter if in insanity or in death – she always seemed to maintain a certain beauty.
²[…]Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
LAERTES Alas, then, she is drown'd?
QUEEN GERTRUDE Drown'd, drown'd.
– Act IV, scene VII
Here is where our epilogue starts: Ophelia died, but her love did not. Her soul kept loving and searching for Hamlet and the once happy times she spent with all her beloved ones, not able to let go any of it. Even when everyone was long gone, her feelings still lingered and eventually turned her into a swamp nymph – eternally searching, singing and longing; still beautiful in a twisted and dark way. Unable to leave the waters she once died in, all she can do is to sing for her Hamlet, in hopes he will find and save her from this strange environment she can not leave, this grave pain she does not know why she feels on her chest …and every now and again, he really does seem to find her. He will come to her waters and embrace her, but whenever her lips touches his skin for a tender kiss, he disappears and leaves nothing but red trails in the water and blank, white bones on the ground. This is why once left, she can't do anything but to keep singing, keep hoping …
Ophelia is still insane and can not see that it is never Hamlet who comes into her waters but some unfortunate boy, enchanted by her singing and ultimately devoured by her. Ophelia is damned to never find what she seeks for – trapped in a vicious cycle of eternal longing.
Hamlet: Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! — Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
– Act III, scene I
quote references: www.shakespeare-online.com/pla…
★Complete Photosets:
☙. Part I: My dream, our love.
anoriel.tumblr.com/post/626195…
☙. Part II: My reality, our happy ending.
anoriel.tumblr.com/post/626194…
☙. Part III: Dream vs. Reality
anoriel.tumblr.com/post/626193…
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