3rd prize winner! MACAM!

On June of 2016 Lana won 3rd prize for her “Al Beit’l Mastoor” sculpture composed of an assemblage of found and made objects, at the Modern and Contemporary Art Museum (MaCaM) in Alita – Jbayl,Lebanon. See here!

MaCaM June 25 2016 Recycled sculpture competition! 3rd place winner! ^^  copy.pngmacam-june-25-2016-recycled-sculpture-competition-3rd-place-winner

%22al-beitl-mastoor%22-the-humble-home-2014-l-66cm-w-50cm-h-87cm-found-objects-front“Al Beit’l Mastoor” (The Modest home) 2014

L-66cm W-50cm H-87cm Assemblage of found and made objects.

“This Sobya is much older than i am.

It served my grandparents well,
keeping warm their children,
their family, their friends
& even after its retirement, their cats.
Its resting place in the ’Jal’ was serene,
watching the grandchildren play & grow,
oblivious they were to this pleasant Giddo.

Its presence didn’t go un noticed to one grandchild though,
as she admired the age of that small rusted box,
& imagined the days when it kept this house warm.

This house represents every home that shelters its family.
A dwelling to those who cannot afford to alter or leave, but to fix their only sanctuary.

Every detail has its purpose, every bar & chain, tile & stair, plant & pot,
even the wall’s modest coat of paint & silly hanging decorations, are sentimentally if not physically required.
The objects age with their owners & their environment, nothing gets abandoned, nothing gets forgotten,
In order to preserve the memories this refuge once provided.

A family who through desperate times defended their home & stayed with it,
are now dependent on its warmth, strength, health & protection.

This shelter to them is like what a forever green Cedar tree is to a small cold bird in winter.”


“I’ve lost so many objects in my life, tangible still life, & as I lost I fought to keep more & it’s made a fighter out of me, a storer, a keeper.
As I kept things, their sentimental value grew, but as their numbers increased as well so did the burden of treasuring them. It’s been hard to tell when my longing for the past has been truthful & clear or if the disconnected present & frightful ostracizing future has made an obsessive compulsive hoarder out of me.
Almost drowning in a sea of unnecessary sentiment my knight in shinning armor came in the form of an art style I used as a child, making art out of junk, & after my rescue I’ve given my hero a name and it’s raccooning.”


Raccooning  is when you value junk, use it like lego pieces & freely make something recreational. It leads to the strengthening of one’s on the spot improvisations as well as their ability to adapt to a necessary change and move forward accordingly. For example: coming up with new ways to make something durable because you don’t have the skills or tools needed to do so the usual way. This could lead you to explore and experiment with glue or even rely on physics and mathematics to achieve balance.


Random materials and junk attain artistic value once you consider what their colours, texture, shape, availability, weight and strength have to offer rather than their brand or price. “In my case I was always a hoarder even as a child, I saw it as ‘rescuing’ things from being burnt as trash (my motivations were always purely sentimental and overly emotional, I compulsively chose to pretend these things were alive and by doing so became driven to ‘help them’). Though most of this childish emotional association to things toned down, my habit of hoarding only laid dormant for a while. It was during my Bachelor of the Arts studies that this compulsion to hoard was reactivated again in 2012 and reached its peek for now in 2015.”


“Instead of only ‘saving’ sentimental objects, I used up my studio to box and store things like: torn textiles, excess fabrics, cardboards and papers, rusted screws and nails, burnt lightbulbs, pieces of wood, plastic, shells, pipes, used markers and pens, chains, wires, etc… Inevitably my own living space was obviously threatened and all this garbage, to be frank, became a hassle but still I refused to throw anything away.”


{the Dinning Table ‘behn’il 3wehmeed’ materials used: brocket basket bottom wood, unwanted colored wooden cubes, used up candle plastic cups, manicure vile, decorative miniature plastic pan from newborn warming souvenir, decorative floral pieces, dry acrylic, collected wax, discarded suction cup, thin rope, discarded wood and other materials you could see…}



{The Shower tub, materials used: wooden cracked garlic mashing bowl, discarded ‘mechano’ pieces, discarded veil materials, discarded small decorative watering pail ornament & spray paint.}



{The stairs (Spiral and staircase) materials used: wooden pieces that come when you buy a canvas, discarded clean carpenter-cut wood, a form of modeling clay like substance, decorative pieces & plastic leaves.}



“Getting stuck between a stubborn rock and a hard wall instigated my creative problem solving instincts and that was when I thought of a way to rid myself of this burdening junk whilst also not feeling guilty for wasting it: I had to turn them into art, and by doing so hit two birds with one stone. By assembling junk into art forms I gave these objects a 2nd chance at regaining society’s love and appreciation and also being granted value once again!”

‘Al Beit’l Mastoor’ is now apart of MaCam’s permanent exhibition! Be sure to visit it and take a look at the many wonderful sculptures housed in this museum!


{The Roof, materials used: Mosquito repellants (different brands), plastic and wire book binders, wheat, popsicle sticks, discarded wood, silicon, glue & spray paint.}


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