"In Greek mythology, my ancestors attributed to Mnemosyne--the role of the goddess of memory. She slept together with Zeus, the King of the Gods, giving birth to the Muses, the inspirational goddesses of science, literature, and arts.
Furthermore, Mnemosyne presided over a pool in Hades, the realm of death, counterpart to the river Lethe (oblivion). Dead souls drank from Lethe, so they would not remember their past lives.
In Orphism, the initiated were taught to drink from Mnemosyne, the river of memory, which would stop the transmigration of the soul. This glimpse is a quick reminder of memory's relation to life along with creativity. The main corpus of my photography is dedicated to dreams and the memory of and within oneirism. It is commonly thought that dreamers have altered mnemonic processes.
Memory would be drastically altered for the dream and within the dream. Unless the dreamer wakes up, most dreams are forever lost. Dreaming is elusive. Upon awakening, memory for the dream often vanishes rapidly unless written down or recorded, even for intense emotional dreams.
Though dream amnesia is quite common, I am able to recall most of my dreams since the age of 2, when I became conscious of what a dream was. I often have flashbacks or replays of things dreamt years or even decades before. My dreams often build on each other, even expanding on a previous event's dream in a current one. But what is exactly the reminiscence of a dream? I'd rather say it's the reminiscence of a reminiscence. Moreover, can a dream be recalled entirely? Dreamers' descriptions of their randomly appearing episodes are always subjective. Sometimes, the remembrance concerns a general mood or feeling, some details are erased while some others are magnified, patterns are persistent.
As far as I am concerned, if it is true that fragments of memories of walking life are incorporated into dreams, I'd say that fragments of dreams are incorporated into my wakefulness too. Dreams do not replay complete memories and memories do not replay complete dreams. Decay intervenes in both storages. This is the failure of memory I'm trying to avoid.
In his poem Everness, J.L. Borges wrote:
"One thing does not exist: Oblivion
God saves the metal and the dross."
Let me say that my photography is an attempt to preserve memory, the dross of dreams."
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