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The mold that we melt in

APEAL's 'Museum in the Making' and Temporary. Art. Platform. present: The 2016 Ras Masqa Artists' Residency

010_01 / 1 June 2016

I am in Ras Masqa, a village in North Lebanon, and I knock on people's doors.

With my flash, I capture them in their daily routine: The mold that they melt in. With the same technique, they take a photo of me.

To talk about the inhabitants of a village, we say in arabic "ahlel day3a", the litteral translation being "the parents of the village". By taking a picture of myself, it is as if they are re-inventing me.

Me on one side and them on the other: As always, I search for myself through others.

I printed these images and redistributed them in the 25 different places where the pictures were taken.

To find their own photos, the people are invited to knock on each other's doors.




The mold that we melt in


To represent the habitants of a village, we say in Arabic 'ahlel day3a,' the literal translation being 'the parents of the village'.

Their new gaze reinvents on me.

All the pictures are just one. They all search for the same thing.


As always, I look for myself through others.

To find their image, they will knock on each other's doors.



This project is part of the the 2016 Ras Masqa Artists' Residency.



About the author

Myriam Boulos

Born in Lebanon in 1992, Myriam Boulos graduated with a master degree in photography from Alba in 2015. She uses her camera to question the city, its people, and her place among them.