When I was passing by car through the village Rya Taza, a boy was standing with a raised hand without extra emotions if the car will stop or not. I shared the dilemma to stop or not to with my colleague Lusine, with whom we were going to a far village, cut from the world to make photos. Lusine was not against stopping, on the contrary, she wa...

Days Lived

I first met Amalya in the spring of 2018 in Vanadzor. The occasion for our meeting was the search for a protagonist for my photo story...

Addiction called Armenia

I took my first trip to Armenia ten years ago. To this day I recall the night taxi ride and the driver so sleepy at the wheel that he ...

Being

The heroes of this project have begun their revolution long ago, with their values, their rules, and plans of their lives. They all ma...

The Last Bey

By Sona Adamyan Who was Udi? The Robin Hood of our time, who loved Yesenin, listened to Beethoven, and dreamed of a “golden city” w...

A Woman has a Thousand Hearts

  It’s already a long time I now and then return to the same topic - the abuse and violence against women. Working for years i...

Marital Abuse

By Jasmine Yedigarian Trauma What is trauma? What is abuse? For some, it is something terrible that many have witnessed happeni...