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Mnemosyne's Favorite Daughters

Mnemosyne was goddess of memory and the inventress of words. She was, more importantly to this piece, the mother of the nine muses. In some branches of mythological doctrine there are only three daughters/muses. So, we have the conflict inherent in the mythos.


In this digital representation you cannot see so clearly but each of the "daughters" who faces Mnemosyne (who is in red) is actually a body and two shadows or ghosts, effectively making a concession to the mythical evolution. The green daughter's ghosts are meant to be more visible - but in fact the violet and the blue daughter are both ghosted as well.


Mnemosyne herself is reproduced infinitely, the red gradually fading to black. (this is lost in this version, to some degree. The actual piece is quite large.) She is, after all, memory. Infinite in scope and power.


Her daughters are in awe. One buffering the next, until the third daughter is protected most, most upright, least "awed".


Meditation, Memory and Song. Meditation is the most affected, adversely, by conflict. She attempts to absorb the force of their mother and is bent by the effort. She is the intellect, of course. Next is memory, affected less and protected by her sisters, she is the reticent one. Least willing to assert herself. She is most like her mother in posture and color - ironically, the most fragile of the three. And then there is song. A little defiant. Protected. Bright. The least like her mother, the least introspective, the most daring, the most ... irreverent.


The mind protects the memory which writes the songs we sing (as people) and the paradox is that another sort of memory controls it all. Memory is both the container and the contained - the poet and the poetry. The mother and the daughter. Incomplete until it is both a thing and a deed.


Moral? You cannot be separate from your past, your memory and it will always repeat itself , in good and bad ways, unless the mind and the voice are there to buffer it. In the end it is the poem, the song, the story - the voice - that is every bit as big and powerful as the thing that made it. That green daughter could take on the mother ... and only she.


And if you read body language, she's going to do it someday :)


Each of the daughters is on tiptoe - but the first two are on tip toes ready to bolt or crouch lower. The last daughter is on tiptoes so she can see, be ready to move forward offensively.


There's more - the choice of colors is significant (the three primary colors used judiciously - but you'd need a color chart to break that apart - lol)

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Uploaded on March 9, 2005