Visions

Visions... inspired from a vintage lithograph. 18x24 oil on canvas gallery wrap. A somewhat spiritual painting, and fairly self explanatory. Hmmm, I have nothing else to say! haha...

Out of the Darkness Into the Light

Out of the Darkness, Into the Light... 18x24 oil on linen. This is a self portrait... I have been discovering new wisdom, new spirituality, new me, new goals... just discovering everything new. And it is so exciting... Hope you enjoy the painting!

I AM

I AM... this painting is my definition of God. God is all and is therefore in all.... everything is connected, eternally. That's it.

The Transformation. I have been giving a lot of thought lately to what happens after death. I guess I am struggling to define "afterlife". So, as usual, I decided to do a painting about life after death. I call this the Transformation, because I wanted to show that at the moment of bodily death, the soul remains alive, and returns to the source of creation.

Burdened

"Burdened". A small painting. Oil on panel. Will I ever be happy with anything that I paint?

Life and Death, the great love affair

Life and Death... the great love affair. As every birthday rolls by, I find myself thinking more and more about "transitioning" or what some people may choose to call DEATH. Yuk... anyway, I find this painting uplifting, and full of hope. I like the fact that the girl still "exists" after death, and that she is basically the same being... just in another realm. I dont believe in heaven in a traditional sense, but I do believe that we continue to experience things, just in another realm. The birds represent souls... some off to live their human life, the others, returning to the "source". Anyway, it brings me comfort, hope you enjoy!!

The Armenian Genocide of 1915. In honor of my grandparents, Nishan and Nazli. There is not enough skill or talent to make this painting what I wanted it to be. However, it tells a story. 1.5 million Armenian men, women and children were systematically killed, sent on "death marches" to nowhere, where they were starved to death. Or rounded up in villages, and raped and murdered. My grandparents lost their families to the Ottoman Turks. My grandmother watched her mother die and be thrown into the water. She watched her father and brothers murdered in her village. She watched her baby brother die in the arms of her mother, and be layed along the roadside, as the Turks did not allow burials... My grandfathers story is just as gruesome. He was left for dead in his home. Shot through both knees and sliced to pieces by the Turkish swords. Pretending to be dead while he watched his family killed, and not mercifully. I hope this painting tells their story, and shows the utter despair that these orphaned children endured.