"Armenian tropics" Painting

I am an architect whose path into art feels both inherited and rediscovered. I was born into a family of architects, and my grandfather, Henrik Mamyan, an Honored Artist of Armenia, was a renowned graphic artist known especially for his book illustrations. Growing up beside him meant growing up inside images. Books were never just texts to me; they were parallel worlds shaped by lines, shadows, and imagination. Drawing was a natural language in my childhood, but during my student years architecture demanded most of my time, and drawing slowly receded into the background. It wasn’t until 2020, during the global pandemic, that art returned to me with full force. Isolated with my family in our countryside home, surrounded by Armenian mountains and nature, I found both time and silence. I began drawing again not with intention, but with necessity and it transported me somewhere deeply internal and freeing. Art first entered the public sphere of my life through solidarity. After the Beirut explosion, as a member of MEDS (Meeting of Design Students), I began selling my artworks to support our Lebanese friends, donating all proceeds. The same happened later during the renewed war in Artsakh. Art, for me, became not only expression, but action. Today, I find inspiration everywhere - in space, structure, memory, and emotion. My artistic language is inseparable from my architectural background: it is shaped by composition, balance, layers, and an underlying sense of construction. Each work carries traces of place, experience, and a quiet dialogue between intuition and structure.