WHAT: Vahe Berberian will be performing Yete (In Armenian).
WHERE: At the Festival Armenien de Laval.
WHEN: Friday, June 26, 2015, at 8.00 PM.
HOW: For tickets and information please visit http://www.ticketzone.com/event/Vahe-Berberian-and-Spidey/291874
Yes, we open on May 15, and it’s at the Whitefire Theatre, which is a 99 seater. So get your tickets now, because we will be sold out every single night, like we did the last time.
WHAT: Armenian Improv 2. (In Armenian)
WHERE: Whitefire Theatre 13500VenturaBlvd. Sherman Oaks, CA 91423.
WHEN: 9 Shows only. Friday, May 15. Sunday, May 17. Friday, May 22. Sunday, May 24. Friday, May 29. Sunday, May 31. Sunday, June 7. Sunday, June 14. Sunday, June 21. Fridays at 8:00PM and Sundays at 6:00PM.
HOW: Tickets: $30 First come, first-served seating. For info and tickets visit WWW.ITSMYSEAT.COM/IMPROV or call (626) 869-7328
Cast: Sako Berberian, Shahe Mankerian, Harout Soghomonian, Levon-Shant Demirdjian, Chris Bedian, Kevo Manougian and Vahe Berberian. Joining the group with his musical talent: Ara Dabanjian. Produced by: Vahe Berberian. Directed by: Melissa Mazman.
There is a certain amount of insecurity in all of us. However, because the artist is always subjected to public scrutiny, he/she is more likely to suffer from acute insecurities.
Every time I create a piece and put it out there, I find myself in the most vulnerable position, which of course feeds my insecurities. The moment I finish a work that I am happy with, I start feeling insecure, because I feel that I might never be able to top it, and fear that all my best work is already behind me. I am plagued by insecurity every time I even sense a creative block approaching. Because of my insecurities, I am prone to fits of self doubt – Is my work good enough? Will it be appreciated? Do I deserve all the attention I am getting? Am I misunderstood?
These self doubts can paralyze me if I let them. But they can also make me go though a process of introspection, which helps me affirm my ground and excel.
“Together” 60 x 72 Acrylic on Canvas 2008
Photo by Mher Vahakn
I am often approached by young talents who are obsessed with producing work. They are beautiful, talented kids, who are intent on “succeeding” and yet their efforts are mainly focused on marketing themselves.
This is the age of writers who hardly ever read, painters who have no knowledge of art history, filmmakers whose only source of nourishment comes from mainstream trash, and musicians who believe that they were cut out to be rock stars.
The urge to show, exhibit or publish is understandable, but it is imperative to realize that no matter how much you excel in technique, if there is no essence or wisdom in what you offering, your work will be immature, jejune or mediocre at best.
They say seventy five percent of a job is finding the right tool for it. Your tool, as an artist, is your self, who you are. You have to turn yourself into the ideal tool for your creative process. As an artist, your life (hopefully any intelligent person’s life for that matter), should be a constant challenge to hone your mind, to accumulate knowledge, to process that knowledge and to turn it into wisdom. Only then can you become a well-rounded human being. Only then the work that you create will be of some relevance and will resonate in people’s minds and souls.
“Dignity” 48×60 Acrylic on canvas 2013.
The older I get, the more I am convinced that there is no reason to create. Fellini once said asking him why he creates is like asking a hen why she lays eggs. (I am sure the fact that the hen lays eggs every day doesn’t make it any easier for the hen.)
There was a time when I could give a dozen reasons for painting, writing or doing any kind of creative work. I truly believed that I could change the world with my art. I also believed that an artist had a mission and that one creates in order to convey a certain message, to communicate his ideas or at least use his creativity as an outlet. However, I now believe that the only reason I create is because I cannot not create. Painting or writing is a biological urge. It is like defecating, urinating or throwing up. It is almost a biological function and it’s the only way for me to maintain some kind of sanity. Hence Freud’s theory of sublimation, which, simply put, means channeling one’s socially unaccepted urges into acceptable ones. In other words, purifying urges as one processes them out of one’s system.
I think it was Alberto Moravia who coined the term “de-sublimation”. Meaning, sometimes, when there is nothing left to purge, you simply fucking things up, in order to be able to purge them later on.
Vahe Berberian, “Berge” 48×60 Acrylic on canvas 2011
Photo by: Mher Vahakn
Talking about parallels between painting and music, I recently told a jazz musician friend that painting is a series of mistakes.
“That’s funny,” he responded, “because we say jazz is a series of miraculous recoveries.”
Throughout the years, I have come to believe that there is no such thing as accident in art. A splash, a drip, a wrong move of the arm, a smear, an unintended use of a certain color: all these are part of the creative process. My unconscious might put a line where it does not belong, or drip some paint where it’s not supposed to be, but I hardly ever get upset, because the process of partly or wholly erasing it, or painting over it gives a certain new dimension to the work.
In painting, what’s not there is almost as important as what’s there.
Painting is a spontaneous, immediate process and the painter can not wait for the best paints, canvases, brushes or the right space in order to create.
When I work, I work with my entire body, with a fervor that is bound to make a mess or cause “accidents”.
This is why eliminating fear is the first step towards self-liberation and creative breakthroughs.