Hitch-hiking to Spitak

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 ...

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

Who was Udi? The Robin Hood of our time, who loved Yesenin, listened to Beethoven, and dreamed of a “golden city” where honest people ...

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...

An Armenian must

By  Nazik Armenakyan, Piruza Khalapyan - Armenians must be united, they must always win, wherever they are, they must always rememb...

Being a Woman: Political Figure

I find it difficult to choose a topic to photograph, I think, I research for a long time. As a photographer I often turn to women, to ...