I do not know when the artist was born in me. Probably back in the days when I listened to my parents’ tales about our mountainous, fairy homeland and took delight in the many colors of flowers, butterflies and bees. Color, light, dream - that's what got me carried away.
MARTIROS SARIAN
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Flowers Of Kalaki
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Flowers From Chamlych
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Flowers of Armenia |
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Buddhist still Life |
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Aragats and Mount Ara |
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Yard of the Artist's House
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Spring Day |
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Bouquet of Flowers |
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Irises and Poppies |
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Poppies |
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Spring Flowers |
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Anniversary Flowers
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