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Path
GY’s work has moved through places and time.
It begins in Armenia.
In Sisian, a small town, where at the age of six
a first set of twelve tempera colors,
brought by his mother from Moscow,
opened the path.
A life later,
after a successful business career,
and the time shaped at Harvard,
he rediscovered the painter within him with greater clarity,
in the presence of mentors.
Armen Atayan,
with whom a close friendship in painting and life
endured for nearly two decades,
until his passing at ninety nine.
Gevorg Yeghiazaryan.
Vahag Jivanyan.
Alongside this, a formation shaped through the Prague academies.
Then Paris.
Then Venice.
In 2016, two exhibitions in the United States
marked a quiet arrival...
Not a beginning.
A direction that remained.
Nulla
It appeared over time.
Not as a discovery,
but as something that remained
when everything else fell away.
Simple. Without excess.
An alphabet is made of many letters.
Here, there is only one. Like an atom,
it holds without weight, without measure.
It does not exist until it is touched.
And in that moment, it becomes.
It took a lifetime to come close to it.
The stroke.
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