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30 years ago, the day when I gave him my piglet in a way of saying goodbye, Ararat was leaving to start studying again. He felt the longing for being an artist since he was a little child, and now the time Read more…

A small plastic piglet stands on the shelf looking completely out of place among the brushes and the paints.  I smile and look at Ararat. He holds my 8-month-old son who clings to him fondly despite seeing him for the first Read more…