Flowers of Sevan 1942

"Flowers of Sevan" by Martiros Sarian is a symphony of color, a garden bursting onto the canvas. You can almost see him, brush in hand, diving into this bouquet with gusto, those greens, yellows, reds and whites shifting and emerging with each stroke. I wonder, was he chasing the light, trying to capture the ephemeral dance of the flowers? Did he struggle to keep up with the life force that pulsed through these blooms? The paint looks kind of thin, like watercolor, but with the boldness of oil. The daubs of color create a thicket of textures. Look at that red flower, almost cartoonish, but so full of life! I can imagine Sarian stepping back, squinting, adding a dab here, a stroke there, until the whole thing sang. It's like he's in conversation with Matisse, or maybe Bonnard. Ultimately, painting is all about that exchange, an ongoing dialogue between artists across time, inspiring each other to see the world anew, to embrace the uncertainty and ambiguity, and to find meaning in the making.