On Site
The time we spent in Beoung Chung Meanch Thmey II community is a wealth of experience that I will always cherish.
All my experiments with image, text and film mediums fall short of conveying the dense details within each day. Those, however, are what truly counts. Below is a glimpse into our third day on site, one of my favourites.
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After surveying each house individually creating a profile not only of the numeric factors (family members, income, contribution to the community savings group, etc) but also documented histories of their story (when they moved to the community, why, what were the major changes over time, how do they spend their day, etc) along with elaborate sketches of the floor plans and use of spaces within each household, I, personally, was overwhelmed with all the details we were discovering. How within the same settlement there was, beyond the shared experiences, such difference in living conditions. We wanted to share and expand on that together with the community.
We created a model of our updated understanding of the layout of the settlement, placed it on the floor of the community space and invited everyone in. To be honest, I was slightly concerned for the level of abstraction of the model. But before we even began to explain what we meant, people were beginning to engage with it. Slowly recognising what the pieces of coloured sponge placed on recycled paper represent. Some of the more outgoing community members were pointing out their houses and the pathways, picking up the pieces to examine them.
Laughter started breaking, along with excited commentary.
The lady in the hat showed up to every single activity we held. Her kind smile had an air of shyness as she carefully watched us interact with louder more dominant voices in the community. I was fortunate enough o have her in my group as we split into three smaller units, each working around their cluster of the settlement model. Mony, the energetic Khmer student who was facilitating our group, starts explaining the rules of the exercise/game: âpersonalise the plain sponge, stick a flag, draw on it, whichever way you choose to expresses and represent yourself and your household. Get creative!â
She held the sponge that represented her house. As everyone starts drawing, she falls silent and stutters a few words in Khmer. I poke Mony and ask about what she said. âI never realised my house was this smallâ, he replies.
There it was, more evident than ever, how those silly games trigger, not only a common understanding of the condition of the community, but self-awareness within each member of their position within the collective and in relation to others.
As the lady in the hat drew what I imagine to be a small lamp post and a thin line of greenery behind it tying it all at the end with a small plant, everyone else were also adding their touch to their part and slowly a new model was being created.
âUse the orange stickers to tag your favourite things about being in Beoung Chung Meanchy Thmey, what do you like? The blue is for things you aspire to have or would like to see happen in the community, what do you want?â Mony explained.
There was a short questioning pause and then... chaos!
Repositioning the question towards the positive, I believe, sparked positive energy, the kids in my group were excited to show their favourite spaces which they drew in the form of stick figures playing and placed the papers on the model. A mother placed three orange stickers on her babyâs cheeks and forehead. beyond that, proximity to vital spaces like the school, hospital and market kept being brought up over and over again. The aspirations, on the other hand, were even more interesting. Taking a step back from the persistent demand of land tenure and focusing the attention on the spaces represented in the model, people were saying âoh, flowers along this pathway would be niceâ, âIâd love a small gardenâ or âwe could use lights along hereâ. Constantly questioning: âbut where would you place that?â even triggered conflict and subsequent negotiation around contested spots.
All of these ideas were all being shared at the same time.
The model, the artefact, did not matter because of its craftsmanship. By the end of the exercise, it was a complete mess. Our idea of colour coordinated neat findings evaporated into thin air. The findings, however, remained, a wealth of co-produced understanding of each clusterâs little treasures and aspired desires. The artefact was but a mean, a tool that grabs the attention of participants and mediates an open conversation.
All of those moments were crucial as we moved on to co-creating a new layout of the community and negotiated with the local government. The accumulation of tiny moments of recognition amongst community members, small acts of solidarity, spaces to practice negotiation, games to shed a positive light on conflict.
On top of all of this, the were valuable moments of connection, between us the DPU students, the Khmer students, the ministry representative and the diverse group that is the community, with their varying interests to create new knowledge.
âmutual knowledge is not determined by professional norms and expectations, but rather is founded exchange, in negotiation, out of hunch, out of intuition. Mutual knowledge means abandoning the hierarchies embedded in most professional relationships (I know more than you do,) and instead welcoming contributions from everyone in the spirit of a shared enterprise.â (Alan, Schneider and Till, 2013)
Tasneem Nagi








