THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY

In a large, adobe-clad art gallery in the heart of Santa Fe, N.M.’s historic district, I walk into a cluttered, industrial-looking room and intrude on an argument between Hamlet and Horatio. I slip into one of a handful of flimsy plastic chairs strewn around the room. Horatio tells Hamlet to follow him, snaps on a couple of eerie green LED lights, and stalks out. She follows and we tag along. The argument escalates as we arrive in a shadowy, cavernous gallery.