Maral Der Boghossian has dreamed of cities since childhood. As a young girl growing up in Beirut, she would walk with her mother to one of her grandmother’s houses after school, each of whom lived in the neighborhoods of Nor Hajin and Bourj Hammoud. The image of the afternoon sun shining on the facades of the bu
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Thank you Lillian Avedian for sharing this story. The experience recounted by these two amazing artists is universally embedded in our nation: “I am sure that some things in my work are related also to our lost heritage in Armenia, in Cilicia,” “There is always this missing the house. Even if I own house, I still miss the house.” I admire their courage to continue to create amidst such uncertain times. We as a nation exist only through our culture. Our culture prevails thanks to the genius of our artists.
Thank you Aline S. Markarian for your contribution and attention
Thank you Lilian Avedian for you patient listening and beautiful article