Kaloust Guedel: "As an experimental artist throughout the years I have worked in various groups. "Levitation" is part of the Genocide group, of which I had no intention of creating to begin with. For me there are two primary approaches, that can be employed: one is to decide what to do and the other to do and then to figure out what has been created. This group came to life as a free exploration of the subconscious mind. After creating it, I realized, that it was a reference to the Armenian Genocide, which happened to be part of our individual psyche. Only lately I have come to realize, that for me the creation of the Genocide group was a necessary experience and served as a therapy to be able to move forward in life. All figures in "Levitation" are self portraits."

Moko Khacahtryan: "My spirit becomes wonderfully and uniquely noble and, out of nowhere, the sense of variability which has an inexplicable strength embraces me and gives my existence some mystery and makes me the hero of my paintings. This is where the probability of the impossible turns into reality. When I direct the process, only I can influence, change, give birth to or destroy this or that abstract character. When the color of black, with all its power, falls on the whiteness of my consciousness making it more luminous, it gives the paintings the shape of concealed purity. It gently and smoothly blends with the color of red, but it artfully gives in to the color that can swallow and destroy. Everything gets veiled with a single indefinite and shapeless gesture. Everything gets ruined in my eyes and I am in total confusion realizing that I am not right, that it is not me who directs them, but rather they do it. I humbly obey their demands and surrender to the power of the world being created where I am allowed to exist and fulfill my mission. They absorb my energy and power till the very last drop. And only when they get saturated, do they set me free – until the next time. This is the strongest ecstasy after which it takes you quite a time to return to the reality. But only then can I feel that I exist and breathe. I wish I could stay there forever. In this very unreality, which is sometimes more real than the reality itself, there exists the proximity to God which becomes a part of the fantastic world called art."

Moko Khacahtryan: "My spirit becomes wonderfully and uniquely noble and, out of nowhere, the sense of variability which has an inexplicable strength embraces me and gives my existence some mystery and makes me the hero of my paintings. This is where the probability of the impossible turns into reality. When I direct the process, only I can influence, change, give birth to or destroy this or that abstract character. When the color of black, with all its power, falls on the whiteness of my consciousness making it more luminous, it gives the paintings the shape of concealed purity. It gently and smoothly blends with the color of red, but it artfully gives in to the color that can swallow and destroy. Everything gets veiled with a single indefinite and shapeless gesture. Everything gets ruined in my eyes and I am in total confusion realizing that I am not right, that it is not me who directs them, but rather they do it. I humbly obey their demands and surrender to the power of the world being created where I am allowed to exist and fulfill my mission. They absorb my energy and power till the very last drop. And only when they get saturated, do they set me free – until the next time. This is the strongest ecstasy after which it takes you quite a time to return to the reality. But only then can I feel that I exist and breathe. I wish I could stay there forever. In this very unreality, which is sometimes more real than the reality itself, there exists the proximity to God which becomes a part of the fantastic world called art."

This work is the first response of M.Sarian on hearing about the Gret Genocide committed upon his nation. Viewing the fruits and household items, chaotically scattered on the canvas, the onlooker can discern the painter’s cry from the very heart. The Egyptian masks like history’s judges condemn the massacre of Armenians as universal tragedy.