"The color of pomegranate" is a long term documentary photography work haunted by a question: is there a tomorrow to tomorrow? A drift guided by the vibrant gaze of a youth born in the rubble of Armenia, heir to a history whose complexity and unfathomable violence continues to resonate today. At the heart of this very real dream, where to look? The West, the East, Russia? In the midst of fragmented landscapes, separated people, where to sail?
Through the scars of the territories, I also glimpsed an invisible: a conflict without witnesses, a country facing its neighbors but also facing itself and its own gaze. More personally, it is also an unconscious, sleepwalking awakening of a feeling of belonging to this culture, for which, despite my name, I knew almost nothing.
The title "the color of pomegranate" is partly a nod to the poet Sayat Nova who in his time wrote in all the languages of the Caucasus, Russian, Armenian, Georgian and Azerbaijani, as a bridge between peoples and an ode to the singular universal. The pomegranate, a sweet and bitter symbol, is a very present fruit in the Armenian society and culture. They call it the "Fruit of Paradise" and their legends say that in its heart are 365 seeds, one for each day of the year, as a symbol of eternity.