As Arshile Gorky’s “Untitled” returns, so should we

This time of year always seems to carry a familiar weight — something deeply universal for Armenians: an unspoken feeling of grief that settles in almost instinctively. It’s a difficult emotional balance: mourning lost lives and the lands left behind, intertwined with a quiet pride in endurance. A sense of pride in still existing and still having a country to call our own — a mother tongue — and in continuing the fight to have our stories heard and our rights restored. There’s a