My family 1929

Martiros Sarian made this painting "My Family" with what looks like oil on canvas, but I can't be certain. Sarian uses a really distinctive palette of dusty pinks, indigos and whites. There’s something so tender about the way he builds up these soft, hazy colors. The paint handling feels direct and honest. I love the confident brushwork in the woman’s white hands, how they almost appear unfinished. They’re just these elegant blobs of white, yet they convey so much about form and light. It's kind of like how Matisse would approach a similar subject. He really makes use of colour to create form, and the whole image feels like it's built up from interlocking shapes rather than traditional modelling. I feel like he is showing us, as much as telling us, what it means to make an image. I think this is the art of seeing.