Artist biography
This is Maram. I grew up in a small rural town in the west of Tunisia, Le Kef.
I lived with my grandparents from which I learned the value of manual work. making
things with my hands was my hobby—shaping stuff from clay, drawing, painting,
sewing and crafting. My friends back then thought I should be an artist, something I
never really came to terms with. Despite failing at math and science, my younger self
thought that there's more to me than being an artist. Maybe a doctor? An architect?
Or Engineer..
It's not that I had anything against artists; it's just that I never liked being into one
category. That I could never be anything but an artist. But why? Why do people seem
to always look down on me whenever I do anything related to science for example? I
believed in my heart that there was more to me than just fitting into the 'artist' box.
Growing up, I started to break out of that predetermined mold. I gave mathematics a
chance, learned the basics of arithmetic and geometry, which helped me to write
algorithms and build small and simple computer programs, I observed nature, and
the people around me, and how things end up growing in a very unexpected way.
Eventually I came to the conclusion that everything in this life is connected, that it is
really interesting to be alive, to laugh, especially to laugh. I learned that math and
physics is found in nature, and that art is something that encompasses everything,
that one can link two things that seem completely different from one another and get
something unexpectedly beautiful and functional. I believe in how failure can shape
us to decent human beings, how powerful it is to make us feel one another, I believe
in the fact that we will never be able to know everything about the world, but one can
only hope to, that being ignorant isn’t something to be ashamed of but something to
humble you amidst all the complexity of this universe. This is Maram again, a
filmmaker, editor, and illustrator, I study film at the higher institute of multimedia Arts
of Mannouba, I come from a third world country named Tunisia in which I’m grateful
to be citizen of. This is Maram yet again, A human being.