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horizons brisés

horizons brisés

Horizons brisés « Après ? Une soldate me crie soudain : Encore toi ? Ne t’ai-je pas tué ? Je dis : Tu m’as tué… mais, comme toi, j’ai oublié de mourir. » (Darwich, Mahmoud. Anthologie, p. 233) Work in progress – « Horizons brisés » est un travailautour de la Palestine – un pays austatut spécial – un pays en devenir. Les Palestiniens sont une nation de réfugiés depuis plus que 50 ans. Dans le monde , il y a plus de 5 millions de réfugiés, dont une grande partie vit en Palestine même, dans des camps de réfugiés dans leur propre pays . La vie...

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fuego in silencio

fuego in silencio

The experience of Argentina and Chile is the experience of the difference. The truths that we live in Europe don´t work on South. The sky is different, the cold comes from from the south, dimensions are huge – we should travel much more than 200 km to change the language of the country and from all of the corners we can hear: non problema instead of: it´s complicated. The people sing, kids play outside and the bottle of coke is 0,591 liters instead of 0,5 liters – everything is bigger, even silence. The most of the photos I took in Region de los lagos and Tierra del Fuego, the...

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the window opened too wide

the window opened too wide

Photograph combined with aquarelle. The painting/photographe was exhibited during the collective exhibition in Milano dedicated to centenary of Armenian genocide. Je nám líto, nic nenalezeno.

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horizon

horizon

There´re just two kinds of people. The first group we could describe as the people in which one can see horizon and the second one is, where one can´t see it. To look far into the distance and to see it is then part of ourselves. Je nám líto, nic nenalezeno.

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watermade memories

watermade memories

What´s the matter of our memories? While travelling and moving from one place to another we see the things, we make the photos, but what if I change what I saw? What if I go back in the story and change what I remember? Ferris wheel from Marktakert was absolutely destroyed when I saw it close to Azerbaijan in the military zone. Forgoten place in Nagorno Karabagh where the memories of the people are absolutely different from mine. But there´s also memory of this wheel, that maybe one day was… The „rests“ of Kobayr, the church close to Aygehat in Armenia, are there for...

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mountains

mountains

Every place changes its inhabitants. People from the mountains are special in some way. They have to be strong, they have to do many things „we“ don´t even know that exist and they don´t have to do lot of things that for „us“ are every day activity. They´re free, but maybe only from one point of view. I´m fascinated by this stone made people living every day close to the dead volcano. I spent with them only one or two days, but with my thouths I return always back to the moments when I tried to ride the horse without seat, ride  the donkey or just walk towards the...

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trying to make the circle

trying to make the circle

Trying to make the circle… My very first serie of  aquarelles I made.  The name is very simly as the picture is.     Je nám líto, nic nenalezeno.

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we´re searching for ourselves in each others

we´re searching for ourselves in each others

Mistakes are a very important part of my work. This little book could exist only because of many different mistakes I made and I had to deal with… When I was about to leave to Armenia I definitely wanted my Kodak brownie with me! But the problem was that this camera needs 127 film which is almost impossible to find. After some days of desperate searching all around Europe I found one film in my fridge. I was so happy I found this film, that I put it directly into my camera. But (there´s always some but) the film was already exposed. I didn´t notice because I was so excited. The effect of...

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Sayat Nova

Sayat Nova

Աշխարհի գույներից ու բույրերից իմ մանկությունն արարեց բանաստեղցի քնարն ու տվեց ինձ: From the colors and aromas of this world, my childhood made a poet´s lyre and offered it to me.   These three painting are inspired by the text of Sayat Nova. They are „made from“ photographs and aquarelle and represented part of bigger „project“ – body. Their role is to play the memory, that´s gone but last, that created what´s now and allows to continue, that plays and feels, sings and is...

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light of the Moon

The name has its own meaning. Lucie means usually „light„, or the „one who brings light“.  I like very much what i heard in Armenia – that Lucie, in armenien Lusine can mean also Light of the Moon – Լուսնի լույս. I decided to name the serie of my selfportraits Լուսնի լույս – Light of the Moon regarding also that the same light allowed these portraits to exist.     Je nám líto, nic nenalezeno.

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