CHICAGO (Reuters) — One hundred years after the mass killing of Armenians, a Chicago artist has created a monumental painting to honor the victims and celebrate a culture that nearly vanished.
The 1915 massacre of Armenians by Ottoman troops left up to an estimated 1.5 million people dead and forced the exile of millions more, threatening a 3,000-year-old culture rich in architecture, literature, music and dance. It is widely seen as the 20th century’s first genocide.
Seeking to promote awareness of the culture and the tragedy, Chicago-based artist Jackie Kazarian embarked on a painting of enormous scale, called Project 1915, to be displayed for the first time in Chicago’s Mana Contemporary from April 17 to May 29.
Project 1915 is a semi-abstract landscape splashed with bold images and text from ancient Armenian maps and church architecture, united by a pattern of needle lace by Kazarian’s Armenian-born grandmother and with colors and symbols from illuminated manuscripts.
Kazarian, who has Armenian roots, drew on Pablo Picasso’s epic painting Guernica, which depicts the horror of a northern Spanish village’s bombing during Spain’s civil war, for her painting.
It is the exact same size as Guernica at 11.5 feet by 26 feet.
“No one would have known what happened in Guernica if it wasn’t for that painting,” Kazarian said.
In Kazarian’s paintings, two open hands span the bottom corners, as if holding up the work and an entire culture. It is a gesture Kazarian said she remembers her grandmother often using.
“This is a very visceral, emotional project. But like any art that references a painful past, it is about remembering, healing and educating ourselves to make a better world,” Kazarian said.
After its Chicago exhibition the non-profit painting will travel to universities and galleries across the United States and the world before it is donated to a cultural institution for a permanent home.
2 comments
Still…after a century of genocides…
We can never carry guns ..
To kill our enemies
Who slayed our race
Taking our lands
Leaving us immigrants…
We only carry
Pens…
Brushes…
And serenade
With our genocided voice
To relieve our pains
Calling those…
Who are real humans
To see…to hear
And feel with us…
March 23. 2015
Dr. Sylva Portoian
Written instantly…
Sorry Jacke Kazarian
Forgive me …
I was in hurry not to forget my stanzas
As it bursted suddenly…
So i could not catch you name
In the middle of the night…
as I arrived tired from treating sick children…
Hearing their endless music…
Tinnitus-ing my ears all the day…
Yes, forgive me please
Thank you
for forgiving me…
Sylva~MD~Poetry