A Time for Story: Inspired by Shakespeare and Hamlet Illustrated by John Austen
Ink and India ink on paper
As children we soak up the culture and world around us, both instinctually and knowingly. In the first few years of our lives we learn what is essential to human interaction, we learn to communicate, to use our body, to think. We also learn to observe as we acquire cravings for excitement and comfort, for beauty and fulfillment.
Much of this observing comes our way though story, from the people in our families and communities, from folklore and fairytales. And what the world immediately surrounding us lacks, stories fulfill reviving our senses of wonder.
As a child, I found myself craving story with such a vengeance that I was soon absorbing stories “ahead of my level”. This was, in part, due to my parents trusting that children can comprehend more then we give them credit and because some stories were able to capture and express the beauty, mystery, and vastness of the world around me.
When I must have been about three, I was terrified by cartoons and their invasive loudness. So I turned to stories of a slower pace, that gave me room to process and wonder. And that is when I fell in love with Shakespeare’s faeries–one of my favorite movies was the 1999 version of A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
The sensuousness of the fairies, the fierceness of Titania’s gaze, Puck’s raucousness, and later the lover’s complexities and comedy seemed to slowly untangle the world around me. Similarly, the language of Shakespeare challenged me to decode and deduce, a language that spanned across time, one that could express the beauty of communication.
When I was older, my love of story led me to try out acting Shakespeare, my first role being Peaseblossom one of Titania’s faeries. And it was in those moments, communicating a story that long gave me comfort I found the world and my imagination colliding.
In the years following that first enactment of Shakespeare, I dove into his words, studying First Folio over Skype with an actress in Chicago. In that time, Shakespeare’s words were ever present, a quote written on the wall in my house’s stairwell, the books on the shelves, the copy of Hamlet illustrated by John Austen that reminded me of the magic I sought as a child.
Shakespeare’s work guided me as I processed life around me and within me, his work inspired me to explore the world, his work inspired me to express my thoughts, and, his work showed me, that with dedication, words—communicating—could become poetry.
As I entered my adolescence, acting turned to a craving to translate the world, to connect not just through someone else’s words and directions, but through my own. And perhaps this signified a part of me growing up: childhood is a time for absorbing, adolescence a time for exploring other’s stories, and young adulthood a time for telling our own stories.
And perhaps, once we’ve come to terms with our own stories, the rest of our lives are for learning how to serve and explore again, one story, one person, one eye at a time.