NFT performance about Hamlet

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Hamlet NFT digital performance

Only by understanding one’s own life and that of others as a moment of art, one can preserve the inner and outer harmony of this world.

Each role inherits the image of the hero of the New Testament. All characters are placed within a clean background (water surface) so that the essence of their actions can be better seen. The scenes use symbolism of biblical attributes and artefacts.

Every scene is a discourse on the ethical and moral issue. Although, it’s also a story that even inhuman conditions shall not remove humanity of the characters.

Perhaps this is a sign: “The earth was formless and empty, and darkness was over the abyss; and the Spirit of God hovered over the waters.” Speak up to me, speak up! (Elsinore, Hamlet I).

That sin before the Heaven: not to avenge, to trust in God or catch a snake and put an end to all the eternal throws of the Father’s soul. Stay on your feet and hurry. Is it Almighty’s will to tell the fortune of those deserved it? May I be free to have the right to choose the even burden?

What are the borders of forgiveness? The vaults of the world, frowning down, are upon the sin of the earth, asking for forgiveness. Once given to Mary Magdalene, if mother asks for mercy from her son - is not the son a vice?

Do unto others: how often do we choose the path of the least resistance? Great Morality proclaims the answer for the every action, but for inaction? When a reigning king sits on a throne and desecrates his father’s crown, life, and past? As for ourselves, shall we fight for honor?

It shadows. The lie obeyed by one and hurt the many discovered. Accept, reject, neglect or share - last supper meal, the knowledge of the grief: What can it give to soul, the lonely and deceived? How carry on a possible betrayal?

Scratch, accident or target? What separates depravity from fortuity - malice, victim pain or the opinion of others? Violence multiplied by violence, not to find peace to the wounded soul. The descendant is young, may be mistaken, but what is the price? Bloody violence’s rising, what could we do to stop it?

What is the struggle of freedom? The power? The dominant opinions and feelings, with the desire of society to impose its ideas as rules of conduct? Powerlessness reigns: you cannot argue feelings, thoughts or rules, and if they argue, the thing for freedom left is to act by common sense and only? Is not the Tyranny of senses more burdensome than a fortress surrounded by a moat.

Is there such a grief that one cannot cope? Will or will not come back? He won’t come, the certainty of the headstone inspires. However, I wanted to believe that eternal gift won’t take away the little that each keeps in their hearts. The confusion of the loss is not without its downside, it is without strength; hope is uplifting.

Death by death, how can you not fear the last? To the profane, tell the truth - about that blood-water, that preaches to the deaf. Although, the day is life, and death is darkness - from eternal images we learn.

Is there no limit to the mercy? He, the One, who wears red, with Crown on his head, he is not seen as slave of death. If death goes hold his hand, the spirit will not tremble, the flesh remains to enemies; not mercifully ending, however, the life spent for the truth, will dry up tears of the longing and merciful loved ones.