Between two voices, two lands, two memories,
a mercurial realm takes shape .
Mountains, ruins and borders, depending on the narrator change name.
Painting and sculpting
create fragile maps.
Breakages of color, disjointed architecture,
cracked stones resembling Gothic fountains that for a time held back the chaos to contain inner sanctorum.
Each form spills out and gathers back in itself.
It destroys and builds again,
In between staying and wondering.
Here identity is not a label but a vision in movement, a place where " me" and the "other", inside and outside,
find each other and are released,
just like two rivers that intertwine without becoming one.

Sanahin Babajanians