YUKHAN

Tigran is a great experimentalist. He began to create beauty with his own hands since he was a child. Tigran was nine when he began to help his father (who was a sculptor by the way) to execute state orders for monuments. As time passed he ran for creating more pieces of art, everything that generated interest in him or became a sort of challenge: jewelry, landscape and interior design, decorative mirrors. Tigran finds great pleasure in bringing beauty into the world, and when he is busy with it he’s dissolved in his work. There’s no human being any more. There’s a pupil, an adherent deeply devoted to his work. There’s a small screw in the fairy world of Great Art. Tigran is a monumentalist. Sculptors have a long history in Armenia. There’s no street in the capital of the Republic - Yerevan, where there are no a pair of sculptures at least. Once Tigran tried his skills in painting. Many people think that he managed it well enough. Since that time he’s created many and many canvases of various genres. When people get acquainted to his site they often cannot believe that all the pieces of art here are created by one person. They doubt. Those who believe seldom let themselves to step out of the usual frames. Artists usually create in one genre. Tigran’s collection is a symphony. And they often ask why he doesn’t choose one genre? Why are his works so unlike without a print of his personality? It is boring for Tigran. He thinks he must try everything. He’s not one of those coping things that exist for centuries. Each of his works is a unique mixture of complicated thoughts of contemporary people and the romantic fragrance of times. Perhaps the reason for that is his love for Bach and Albinoni which aren’t less adorable than Dido and Shade. Tigran has a family and a mistress. Her name is Fine Arts. And whenever he’s asked what he lives for he knows the answer. Tigran is observant and naive. He may agree with the theory that there’s a little child in every artist. That child is still in him despite of the difficulties of his fate which could break many persons. But one may say he’s a happy man. Because even when people disappoint him no one can take away from him the fairy world of art where he may dream whatever he wishes. Because it would be not him without all this.