Dr Abe V Rotor
Author and the Leaning Cradle at downtown Bangkok.
I wonder at the huge size of this wooden cradle leaning to the front and on one side;
I wonder at the absence of the whole siding facing the street, and leaning towards traffic;
I wonder at the absence of flooring, for how could it be a cradle without it - the essence of its function;
I wonder at the frail support, half rocking sideways, while the other half is fixed like post, and immovable;
I wonder at how this cradle defies gravity, without a central mass to rest on the center of gravity;
I wonder at its precarious structure, its joints loosely hanging on wooden pegs and few simple bolts;
I wonder at its symbolism - the end of an era of child bearing and caring, the traditional and domestic way;
I wonder at the impermanence of the cradle outside of the home - and if the child ever grew to know the meaning of home;
I wonder if the baby weaned in this cradle ever grew into a normal child - and into a normal human being;
I wonder if society can read the message of this postmodern structure in our postmodern world;
I wonder if the cradle is meant to that of a culture or civilization breaking up, losing its identity and integrity.
I wonder if the cradle is meant to that of a culture or civilization breaking up, losing its identity and integrity.
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