The portait of old bolshevik Berberyan 1947

This is a portrait of old bolshevik Berberyan by Mariam Aslamazian, and it's like a quiet conversation happening on a canvas. I can almost feel Aslamazian's hand moving, laying down these strokes of blues and browns. I imagine her, stepping back, squinting, and then adding just a touch of blush to Berberyan's cheeks. It’s as though she’s saying, "I see you," to Berberyan, really seeing her, with all the wrinkles and the stories etched on her face. Maybe Aslamazian was thinking about how time changes us all, how it etches stories on our faces and in our hearts. You know, the way painters like Alice Neel would do. Painting is like that, isn't it? An ongoing dialogue, artists responding to artists across time. It's not about a single, fixed meaning. It's about feeling, about the push and pull of color, about the way a brushstroke can hold a whole world of emotion. It’s about what emerges when we embrace not knowing, when we let the painting speak.