Tous ne travaillent pas comme l’extraordinaire Gevorgiants sur des objets
de recuperation ou de rebut pour ces cargaisons ficelees a la diable, surcharqees, dejantees, disloquees.
Bagages derisoires et precieux comme la prunelle des yeux pour les eternels migrants.
Armen Gevorgiants' works capture tht frugal remains of what is left when all is lost - a soiled bag with a
few precious objects, a broken perfume bottle with the memory of the lost scent of a familiar land or of a loved one,
a walnut - sole source of food on forced marches and deportations. Thus he depicts the predicament of all refugees, forced
to flee their homes and wander in strange lands.
A broken wheel, a suitcase and a shell speak of distant shores. Gevorgiants' work is laconic, its hues dark
and somber, evoking a deep poignancy of the sense of loss. There is a strange stillness and beauty in the fractured world
reconstituted with their remnants into a mysterious reminder of a wasteland and a forbidden past. The empty spaces, now dark
and circled by the sacred snail, perhaps, finally reveal wisdom about our fragility and the essence that remains when the
material world is destroyed.
Armen Gevorgiants has a passion for the past. In various glass cabinets around his studio lies an impressive collection of Urartian pots, Bronze Age spearheads, braslets and necklaces. In another cabinet are ranked conch shells and also on the table are a number of circuit boards, valves and transformers. There is a direct link as he sees it between his collection and his work. A pile of old, yellow photographs taken at the turn of the century stands beside his easel. -"in these faces," he explains, "there is something that I do not see when I walk around the city, something which has gone. Perhaps that is why I paint, to try and recreate it".
Gevorgiants is a man who seems constantly aware of the inadequacy of the present.