Installation, 1997: digital images, 2008
Containers that hold our internal belongings, our values, our fears… A container holds a physical portrait; another one holds fragments of a culture: letters, home, etc., and the other one holds soil, the base of any living creature. There are also the unknowns.
I was born on February 11th
I was born on February 11th. Nobody ever told me that it was a special day, except for my family of course. Nobody knew that 21 years later my birthday would become a very special day for the entire country of Iran. My 21st birthday coincided the day of the Iranian Islamic Revolution. What if I were born 21 years later? How would I be? Would I have a different life and a different set of rules? Would I look differently? Would I feel differently? Would I feel comfortable following all the rules and regulations?
The good, the bad, the ugly
A series of 6 digital images, 2013
Video, 39", 2013
Ce ne sont pas les conditions du centre de détention ou les techniques de torture qui différencient Guantanamo des autres prisons. Ce sont plutôt la manière et les raisons de choisir les détenues et les garder hors de toute juridiction.
Qui sont ces détenus ? De quoi sont-ils coupables et pourquoi ? Qui décide de leur culpabilité ? Est que les personnes qui prennent les décisions peuvent-elles être coupables aussi ? Est-ce qu’un gouvernement peut être aussi coupable ? Vis à vis de qui ?
Le dilemme se trouve dans la distinction entre ce qui est légal et ce qui est illégal. Comment l’illégal d’hier peut être le légal d’aujourd’hui et à son tour décider ce qui est légal. Les combattants légaux et illégaux. La guerre, le terrorisme, la terreur et l’incertitude…
Box, cross, dissmemberment, genocide
Installation, performance, 1997
The box is white and mysterious. It sits in the middle of the room. She opens the box reverentially. The ritual is not about mourning, but about discovery and revelation. The box opens and it becomes a cross. The cross carries a body, candles and papers. She empties the box and discovers the body. She lights the candles around it and rests for a moment. Then she takes the pieces apart and moves them to different directions. She plants seeds in the ground next to each piece. The candles keep burning...
Shoushanig Lyric Image, Edward Mirzoyan
Lord, open us the doors, arr. by R. Atayan, Lucine Zakarian, soprano
Moxica and the horse, Vangelis
Text: excerpt from Arshile Gorky's letter to his sister Vartoush, February 25, 1941, New York
Voice: Greg Thompson
Sculpture: Simon Guevrekian and Alina Mnatsakanian
One person died
Installation in diptych – evolving digital moving image and video, 2011
One person died is an istallation in two parts that addresses human attrocities unpunished and unrecognized; acceptation of the crime being the only way of redemption.
Every day, in the news, a large number of people are declared dead: 50 in an attack, 4000 in a massacre, 1.5 million in a Genocide... These victims are not simple numbers. Each one of them is a unique and valuable being, regardless of his place of origin. One person died is dedicated to each one of these victims, especially those of genocides, be it Rwandan, Kosovar, Khmer, Jewish, Indian or Armenian. The installation offers visitors a moment of reflection on a universal subject that speaks of life and its value.
One person died – evolving digital image, indefinite time, 2011
Puricifation – video, 3’, en boucle, 2011