#Martiros Saryan

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Armenia, Martiros Saryan

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Painting by Martiros Saryan, 1911.

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MARTIROS SARYAN  (Armenian/Soviet,  1880 - 1972)

Poppies and Daffodils in Glass Vase,  1926 oil on canvas 90 x 72 cm (35 3/8 x 28 3/8 in.)

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Bombay Beach : Salton Sea : California

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"Life is an island. People come out of the sea, cross the island, and return to the sea. But this short life is long and beautiful. In getting to know nature man exalts the wonder and beauty of life"

~ Martiros Saryan

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Women in Martiros Saryan's art

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al things considered — when i post my masterpiece #1253

first posted in facebook january 9, 2024

martiros saryan -- "walking woman" (1911)

"life is an island. people come out of the sea, cross the island, and return to the sea. but this short life is long and beautiful. in getting to know nature man [sic] exalts the wonder and beauty of life" … martiros saryan

"pretty woman, walking down the street pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet pretty woman, i don't believe you you're not the truth no one could look as good as you" … roy orbison

"i'm walking here! i'm walking here!" … ratso rizzo

"beauty provokes harassment, the law says, but it looks through men's eyes when deciding what provokes it" … naomi wolf

"you have to pick the places you don’t walk away from" … joan didion

"ha! why? for beauty, of course! for my masterpiece! each of you will be a splash of colour on my magnificent canvas! you should welcome such a fate!" … dora-in-grey (from dragon quest xi)

"i am an island. i am a rock. i post my masterpiece" … al janik

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Daily Painting

Martiros Saryan LOVE. FAIRY-TALE. (1906)

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The emblem of the Union of Armenian Artists, Martiros Sarian, 1916

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Martiros Saryan's home in Rostov-on-Don, Russia

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Egyptian Masks (1911) by Martiros Saryan.

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Martiros Saryan, Love, 1906

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"Armenia" by Martiros Saryan (1923)

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its so comforting to see someone unbashedly love their country and culture. the way u write and speak of it its so refreshing to me. im from india and well, the state of our country isnt good our fascist leader is successfully dividing the people and its so rare these days to find ppl just simply love where they come from, culture and language without any hate for anyone else. so i absolutely adore it when i see u talk abt armenia its like one can see how much care u hold for the language and the country. wishing for peace and sending love x

I am sorry, dear, that dark clouds are looming over your bright and colorful land of magic. In my lifetime, I’ve had the pleasure of encountering a few young Indian people (both in real life and online), and I have a lot of love and respect for your nation and its culture. I am sure that brighter days are awaiting both our homelands.

You see, what I’ve noticed is that some people often confuse their fatherland with their government. The hatred that they have toward the latter often taints the love and respect they ought to have toward their homeland. But, once and for all, we must remember that these two are not synonymous. Fatherland is a place where the roots of history, culture and identity intertwine. A fatherland is not just a geographical location; it is a sanctuary of shared memories, values and traditions passed down through generations. It represents the collective spirit of a people, their history, struggles and triumphs. To call a place one's fatherland is to cherish it as a cradle of life, as one’s own home.

To me, the love one has for their fatherland is like a mathematical function that always moves towards infinity (its designated final value) but never quite reaches it. One can never love their fatherland enough. There’s always something more you can do, there’s always something better you can do. I guess the vessel that carries one’s love toward their homeland is only ever fully filled when one gives up their life to protect their fatherland.

I can only speak from my own experience – I was raised historically and, more or less, politically conscious. When you’re a six or seven-year-old impressionable kid and you visit The Museum of The Armenian Genocide of 1915, you see the photographs, the articles, all the documentation that exists – firstly, you’ll never be the same again, and secondly, your naïve childish brain thinks that, as you’ve always been told, whenever someone commits a crime or does something bad, they get punished. Then I looked around and noticed that these heinous crimes, these massacres, were not only left unpunished, but the whole thing was swept under the rug by the world, as if it never happened. Then you grow up, sharing borders with the enemy, the dagger of war swaying upon your head, with every new day bringing more and more deaths of Armenian soldiers serving on the border. You see your enemy disrespecting you, your history and your culture. You see them erasing your history and your culture … and all of this is accompanied by the crickets of the world. Then there’s Western Armenia calling for us, a topic that I plan on writing more about. And at last, our Ararat that you can see so very clearly from Armenia …

And, alongside this, there’s this immense pride you feel in being an heir to a nation that created a culture so distinctly beautiful, a nation that gave birth to luminaries such as Grigor Narekaci, Sayat-Nova, Hovhannes Toumnyan, Vahan Teryan, Eghishe Charenc, Daniel Varujan, Paruyr Sevak, Misak Metsarenc, Silva Kaputikyan, Hovhannes Grigoryan, Vardges Petrosyan, Martiros Saryan, Sergey Parajanov, Shahan Nathalie, Gurgen Yanikyan, Monte Melqonyan, and the list goes on … the nation that invented color television, ATMs, hand-held hair dryers, coffee machines, PET scans, MRI and so much more.

Have all of this brew in your soul and dare not to love and cherish your fatherland – you can’t.

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Martiros Saryan (Armenia 1880-1972) Under the Apricot Tree (1954) oil on canvas 85 x 136 cm