BERKELEY -- The idea of children as innocents is hallowed in our culture. We dote on the image of children as pure, unsullied, untouched. We go to great lengths to extend childhood as long as we can.
Compare that to Victorian times, when some 10-year-olds were putting in 14-hour days in factories. A few centuries ago, children were basically thought of as miniature adults.
I thought about this a couple of times last weekend at Mary Zimmerman's lyrical play "The Secret in the Wings," playing through Oct. 17 at Berkeley Repertory Theatre, and again at the provocative art exhibit "The Child," featuring works by Gottfried Helnwein, at the California Palace of the Legion of Honor in San Francisco through Nov. 28. Both are about children but aren't for them. They delve into the murkier waters of childhood innocence -- of the way that children aren't simply blank little bundles of unsullied virtue but individuals blossoming into their own little complex selves.
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Updated Sunday, October 3, 2004, 5:55 AM
