Capturing a face – an Armenian face – is more than just re-presenting with art the wrinkles and dimples that accent a look. It is a look, after all, which glances back over three thousand years. It is the face at the crossroads of the Middle East, the Caucasus and the Mediterranean world.
An Armenian face has looked upon the kings of Assyria and Parthia, and the armies of Greece and Rome. It has withstood the onslaught of Arabs, Mongols, Turks and Russians. An Armenian face has witnessed war, earthquake and genocide.
An Armenian face has also been warmed by golden sunrises and sunsets, and cooled in the crisp air of the mountains of Ararat. It has quenched its thirst by the Tigris and the Euphrates, and cleansed itself in the Arax. It has beheld a thousand and one churches in Ani, and closed its eyes in prayer for a thousand and one years and more at Echmiadzin.