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workshop: mapping memories
An account of the workshop by Eric Gottesman: In November 2006, Lens on Lebanon invited me to begin work on a project in southern Lebanon. This project is still in process, but I will attempt to describe it below. With LOL's Mahmoud Zeidan, I visited Zibquin, a town in the south, just a dozen kilometers from the border and the first town bombed in the 2006 war with Israel. Mahmoud introduced me to Wassim Bzeih, the leader of a youth group in Zibquin. I explained that I wanted to understand the impact of war on the lives of young people in the town. Specifically, I was interested in how memory works for people who live in an area where war is a constant threat and an occasional reality. Wassim asked me to return the next day and he would try to find interested participants.
We then went to that site and each participant used the Polaroid camera to make a photograph of the reenactment of his/her memory. Wassim reenacted the time he broke his leg. One girl replayed the memory of her first date. Ihsan made a photograph of herself stealing fruit from the neighbors' yard.
This led me to the question: how does place relate to memory? In this region, land has multiple meanings. I wanted to know how the participants view the land in their village. I asked them to make three photographs:
When I return in June, I will continue working with this group to create imagery further exploring memory and place in this area.
PostscriptAs the sun set one evening, we were still photographing. While we were shooting, a brand new tour bus entered Zibquin. In elegant lettering, it was marked "Lebanon Tours" on the side. A pack of Westerners and Lebanese piled out of the bus and, without asking permission, started wandering around town. They each had a camera and were taking pictures of the destruction to bring with them, for what purpose it was unclear. The participants of the LOL workshop looked at them with curiosity. What are they doing here? Who are they? They piled back into the van without speaking to anyone in town. The bus sped off. We continued photographing.
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