Put her to sleep, save us and ours

Necessity’s Rhythm

Araya Rasdjarmrearnsook

Prelude

Step by step a three year old girl, who lost her mother without knowing the meaning of death, became engrossed in her own obsession with the end of life, which she interpreted through her mother’s funeral that was full with beautiful flowers, the smell of incense and candlelight. The funeral looked so holy and unobtrusive, with the guests in black suits and their composed faces. She was impressed by the expression of solemnity, while she saw her mother’s face smiling in a black and white photo nearby her coffin, with different kinds of flowers all around. “Only a dead person can really smile, not a living person,” she thought. 

Since then she looked at the depth of the pond in her grandma’s garden, took the gun of her father she found in his bedroom and put it nearby her while reading an old poetic text, composed by King Rama II. She was reading loudly in melody like practicing in a primary school’s literature class when she was in Primary 6.

Before we hear the next part, which concerns art, we should realize that one holy art teaching point for young art students in her period was that an artist should be honest to him/herself by doing art and being alive.