Kaixiang Zhang
Rockabye
ash wood, grass mat, reed, and birch wood
300 ×
130 ×
51 cm
My earliest reachable memory traces back to my childhood in China, wrapped in my grandmother’s arms as we walked through a bustling market tucked beneath a stone bridge. I can still vividly recall the grey stone, the green, slow-moving river, and the vibrant hum of the crowd, all punctuated by the gentle lullaby she sang to me: "Rock, rock, rock, rock to the Grandmother’s Bridge." This installation manifests as the spectral reflection of that bridge, a fragile boat swaying in the wind, and the warmth of a childhood bed on a summer night. It carries the tender, foundational origin of my memory and identity.