Spring flowers 1947

Martiros Sarian made this painting of spring flowers with thick brushstrokes and a palette that sings of earth and sun. I can almost see him standing there, brush loaded, dancing around the canvas, trying to capture the fleeting beauty of the blossoms. The way he’s layered the paint, it’s not just about depicting the flowers, it’s about the act of seeing, of feeling the weight and warmth of spring. Imagine the studio filled with the scent of paint and pollen, the challenge of translating something so alive onto a static surface. That smear of cadmium yellow—it’s like a burst of light, an echo of van Gogh, maybe, or Bonnard? We painters, we’re all in conversation with each other, borrowing and riffing, trying to make sense of this world through color and form. This painting is like a little poem, a celebration of the here and now, rendered with all the glorious messiness of life.