Philip Hagopian: "If sand could speak what would it say? In the silent empty deserts of Der- Zor the sand holds a testimony that whole nations denies. The bones of my fathers, cousins, uncles, aunts, friends, and neighbors are crumbling there. The days of their rich lives, their laughter and love are whispering from those sands. The shock and torment of little children, families of a entire nation are screaming from witnessing these sands and now the world will hear them."

In 1996, Kazarian created large-scale wallpapers (not shown) in memory of her grandparents, Elmas, Mariam and Abram, who survived the Armenian Genocide. These are preparatory studies for the larger wallpapers.

Vladimir Abrahamyan: "During the Armenian Genocide Turkish soldiers were carrying out horrific atrocities towards Armenian women. Young, pregnant women would be tied together, raped that hung for animals to eat. As another barbaric act, they would kill doves and throw of the corpses of the women saying "there will be no peace for you".

I tried to tell that story in my canvas, where you can see the question in the gaze of the women looking up to the sky - why?.”

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."