Barsamian
Dallas, Texas

Sometimes inspiration comes quietly – like the smell of something cooking that releases a memory for me. It is elusive and wants me to think about it for a while, perhaps some sketches on the idea are drawn. Or it can stew for a while until it’s ready. It then takes on a shape and drawings are made and even small scale models are done and one idea starts to fit with another and I realize I have a piece done. The harder part is letting go and having it viewed. For even then I must have the environment which will participate with the work – so installation art became what I make.

The passing through of spaces can be a conscience act… and that is where I endeavor to go each and every time. How the space feels to me – how the space feels to others is determined by the unusual use of simple materials that come from my memories of growing up ethnic Armenian. I can only hope to have you stop for a moment and see something inside that was not visible a moment before.