My art is always an attempt to go beyond the borders of reality and give free rein to my imagination engulfing my heart. It's a wild life and an irrepressible voice of color. The sun lives here, flaming and burning, directing every movement of my brush.
MY LIFE HAS BEEN CONNECTED TO ART SINCE EARLY CHILDHOOD. AFTER A LONG WAY FULL OF CONTRADICTIONS I BEGAN CREATING PAINTINGS WITHOUT ANY ROOM FOR DOUBT OR COMPROMISE.
My paintings are centered around humans freeing their emotions which go beyond the canvas. Exaggerated strokes, a contrast of colors, and often loud flair are enhancing the perception of the reality created by the imagination. Visions and impressions go through my mind and mix with the bright color expression. However, the expressiveness of my paintings has an exclusively life-asserting meaning.
In 2020 my art ventured into the realm of poetry, thanks to my husband Nikolay who writes poems for them. We tell the same stories in two different languages: art and poetry are intertwined.
THE PARTS OF THE ESSENCE ARE OUT OF CONTROL
TO HIDE IN A CORNER AND FLY INTO A WELL OF FEAR THEN DISAPPEAR
LOOK OUT THE PORTHOLE TINY DOTS HIDE THE DELICATE FRAGILE HULL WITH HUGE WOUNDS INSIDE
The images the rules the functions the roles the parts of the essence are out of control the repertoire is changing the new play will be played humble drama tragedy musical farce but they still remain unknown and sparkle with the pupils of tortured eyes
To hide in a corner and fly into a well of fear then disappear
Into the abysses as if there is no place as if it is cold and cramped as if it's a swampy damp
In the solid black pitch the world will crack in the pinch and then become incorrect reckless to resurrect
In the bottom of the root where will swell that desperate fruit where the fear will crash and burn and life will return
Look out the porthole tiny dots hide the delicate fragile hull with huge wounds inside
they move like a mol with elephant majesty like losing control in the middle of modesty
they randomly run in a vicious lap or hanging around on the shore of a trap
they are a crowd, they are a family all and nothing in the world their story is a kind of remedy that won't be noticed, before it's told
Like a lump in my throat like I'm losing my sight and my heart fallen right to the chasm that I quote
and my soul fallen dead and the fire will drown burly hands, frozen sound prevent me from the step
ruin partition of trap tears off the brake shoes finding the colours to choose beauty does not give up
now the whole body says what was hidden inside reveals from the outside and the cold fear fades
They are alone They are one big, soft, alive given by a malleable fate fine don't divide- my and mine don't divide- mine and yours
It is one these two with an inseparable fate one solid canvas their body is united their body is intertwined their body is one under the blessed sun
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With one eye with one flick with one touch to decrypt riddles and signs prediction and sighs lurking in the thrilling palm revelation is my declaration that love — is a touch
Une variation sur le français:
Je te tiens complètement dans mes mains le bonheur apparaît sur ton visage mon coeur te murmure je t'aime totalement le Seigneur laisse partout les heureux présages Le toucher te dit tout ce qu'il faut marquer l'expression d'amour ne pas expliquer
RESISTANCE Vol. 2
all the power of genius is in resistance his greatness in the fight for personal
The face disintegrated into shards and the body seems to be gone
taste the fruits and take a chance catch the beautiful as if frantically dangerous
TOGETHER BUT APART
An ordinary house, an ordinary day everything is topsy here, what to say ordinary hour, flopsy anyway you can turn it over — to sway
reread and revise turn over the calendars our brave world is immeasurable our brave house is mazeble
ours, yours, mine, dumb, no one's older lies the back of his head on a shoulder like a head, like a disc, like a ball barely blinking, close to fall
solitude and desert society of souls together montage of the system, selection of keys a tangled ball of the human beings
one for all and for one nobody knows no one loneliness in a crowd goes round and round
Break free boldly Get out of the circle No pharisees and demiurges Suffering will go away New symbols will be born
Pain closed up inside trying to get out needless to decide if the fragile world is shut
bubbling all around but looks like a quiet pool the ship ran aground got into a comma rule
nothing else to say only a tear is rolling I want to unfold anyway despite my eyes calling
With the voices of wild creatures thoughts are screaming Like a squid mind, teaches sorting out the willing Memory is a blast splits the stone nerve Think hard at last to overpower the curve
Seems in the crooked mirror shadows, phantoms, ghosts your image is not clearer and the reflection is lost
Like a maniac in the lurk entity is hard to see heart is empty, blood is cooked «Is it really me?»
Watching barely, like a trapper Is there something new? who is the real doppelgänger your reflection or you?
Sh..sh..shake Sw..sw..swing waves are awake to live and sing
it rocks and excite it's full of the light complex like an atom and don't have a bottom
shake-shake anywhere and shake-shake there waves are near water is here
Mother Nature gave me a chance Mother Nature brought me back to life symmetry and balance and a friendly warm rife
worries about the curves washes away the freight salty water that purves wakes me to rise tonight
I hear the sea surfs inside and around Mother Nature is yours with a careless touch of a wound
Mother Nature woke up as myself She slowly get roots in us Mother Nature reborn the wealth She gave me a chance for thus
I am my personal conscious choice I am an imposed image from the past I am a broken body voice I am a metaphor on the canvas
I am an independent scale I am an inferior being I am a told tiny tale I am the detected thing
I am energy and temperament I am exhaustion, inability I am an decoration and ornament I am unpretentious simplicity
I am a gambler, a risk, a venture I am order, comfort, easy dive I am a passionate nature I am a humble still-life
I am the leading actor, lissome I was sent to a deaf reserve I am the central cog in the system I am an obstacle and a curve
I control every thought I am floating with the flow I — discovered new fraught I — senselessly lived in now
I am a light traveller all around I am a mad man in pain I have the one in myself to be found Or am I a nobody again
Words are harmful. Words are worthless. Destructive. For everyone. Product. Do not comply. Carefulness. Equal = to break. Construct.
Follow. A given. Course. On the navigator. To the fight. And activate. Resource. Amicably. With fate.
Contract signed. Agreed. It. Fixed. All the steps. Word. Can break. A deal. But those. Are penalties. And debts.
To save. His own. Nature. Man. Invented. Concept. Illusory. Freedom. Adventure. And the mask. On the face. Is set.
For the world. Harsh. Heterogeneous. Collapse. Danger. Cataclysm. And again. Man. Reproduces. It's ruthless. Mechanism.
Pick up. With no antics. Give away. As a crack. Move forward. Automatic. To return. To pivot back.
To accept the world as it is. To be at the center of the show. To change the order of things. To hide in a secret row.
To keep silent and humbly agree. Resist and defence. To configure an integration key. To build an iron fence.
To threaten with an ultimatum. To find a mutual compromise. To stubbornly believe in fatum. Not to try to reach the highs.
Blame yourself for all the passion. Search for guilty atheists. To show your mercy and compassion. To sow panic, lies and fears.
To hear God with no doubt. To reject God at least. To build the bridges for now. To shut up and coexist.
To follow the set direction. And discover the new outlay. With opportunities and sections. To follow it in a different way.
With billions of routes and textures. Conditions could be loose. From all your perfect natures. You have the right to choose.
They all are dancing. And someone's fife is ringing some bandmaster eager to command they twine — with no reason and meaning
Swinging, prowling around and around unconscious crowd in a circle dance they nailed to each other, tight as bound
Guffawing, bursting with exuberance shrinks from laughter and tips stubborn with elbows to fence
He greedily searches for oxygen with lips along the borders of the broken world while merciless roundelay will bloody weeps
Thread a man who put his life on hold who sleeps and has a terrible dawn as if real life seems out of control
Then he left the dancing polygon laid down and hid gladly to come up with a plan to go beyond
People are dancing madly while there's the victim on the vacancy they are not noticing it sadly
The crowd, in its desperate ecstasy can neither wake up nor leave It closed all the paths and fantasies
Gestapo, Stasi and gendarmerie inspection, surveillance and raid to break apart in their violence sea
So that the roundelay would fade Caligula will lose his fictitious freedom the victim would be saved despite the fate
Twist, spin throw this human scarecrow in your hands it painfully crouched an eternal martyr trembling and ouched
Twist, spin drill with gimlet my face won't eat the rust everything that you conquered here is not lost for us
Anticipation and signs omens and dreams all doubts and fears survive until spring
Unsafe to wait It wounds like a dagger thoughts in a head state predict a fire
The world is lingering at the crossroads the threat is over it what will happen? We don't know crazy to predict
Arrange an inquiry an audit an inspection and you will be beat out of confession interrogation By torture you give yourself to be torn and peace of your heart burns and melts as a punishment to be worn
Alarmingly restlessly terribly eats up the soul fear fright unbearably filth all alone
The nightmare causes the creeps. every rustle done to lie low. weeps to look at the world and condone
Continents people mountains islands Embrace and water washes and fastens Their bodies together two figures as a single rock Unapproachable on the outside but softened all the stones inside from love
To become homeless and get back to keep these doors to love these walls to know every street by heart and know that I will be back
To linger inside at least for a moment to catch this life filled with love but the house is swept all the streets are hidden and the doors are closed all the warmth forbidden feeling could be worse arms are trying to hug tight that the hurricane twisted the cozy of our bright spacious rooms
Anxiety worries and fear are growing like a snowball there is no dialogue in here pure irrelevance for all cause indifference is tragic the whole world rejected magic they don't care about us they don't give us a chance we are not deaf and dumb where the drama has come people's problems and stories and dilemmas and worries frozen world will be done with the sign that we can if there is warm in your palm needed here by someone
TO MEET MYSELF
Mask by mask truth by truth hands under task thoughts under youth body in wallet heart in a void fingers in a garrote head is soft-boiled thoughts like masks masks like faces I cling to the flask instead of laces who knows what is true the mask is falling backwards like a comet or you being at that crossroads staging of the devil solutions and answers finding the rebel the search for the essence Me or someone who and why if me not the one who then am I
Ruthless rough blind tries to break the life to squeeze in a vise to crush the bud to force to tears dried up on blood no matter how hard you tangle the wires It is stronger than violence and lies
A play, a concert an immersive piece we are actors, they are actors audience for tease whether they feel the sign push them with a word whether they shut inside then resolutely join visual implements in commotion — way to talk this is a real influence to build a dialogue
A man like a train repository manuscript, book secret room artifacts and stories quadriga and rook
Millions of moments billions of faces myths and worries scenes and mysteries on stone walls scraps of pages and all this pulls and transports ages from city to city from whirlpool to whirlpool will not get pretty where exit is virtual Either his heart or his clogged memory letters sent or draft of songs smooth as emery stories performances paintings and poems
A person like a track carrying passengers and let the rails creak forgiving stowaways mines are not late emergency always might be take all the freight from city A to point B Memories, thoughts everything that is voice sent via loyal deliveryman to man to rejoice
And everything that lies heavy smolders, melts and burns in vain the train is moving the train is wagging it doesn't know where to turn again Where the old ones end but the newest is not yet a friend
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In our soulful creation eternal life of blooming Armenia ՍԵՐ is the source of its origin
our house has for centuries been there where our heart was growing
even in banishment even in timelessness we are the reconstruction of our Armenia
My land Love is your name which you give for free to everyone
our stories and matters are tightly connected supernaturally
I'm not me not you we are not fiction unthingable It's an unthinkable truth we are not thinking unconsciously dumb we are not reliant and critically numb
Not me but you the eyes and flowers not us but they will be devoured dive in and bend and touch the lights you'll burn the palm on someone's sights no lies no sleep one one two three the glass a tree the chapter the discord to tell what for.. the bell the door go away and come back with something more not down not pain not enemy I am zero I am the darkness I am the remedy the kiss the bliss soleil hooray!
The silhouette of the sun hung lilac filled the blue
the faces are similar as if we are sisters (and brothers?) every single one of us
the city is complete madness it breathes with love streams even frozen mummies burn bright with a kiss
Mosaic city crazy puzzle architectural metastases the ground was covered with stone each plot is not alone
hair and breasts sparkle like an electrical discharge
uncut nudity does not escape as an innocent shadow
Secrets like eyelashes frame the eyeglass chirping of a bird is quiet fruity jazz