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		<title>What New York Doesn&#8217;t Know About Armenian Art</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Mankind&#8217;s greatest error, the biggest deception of the past thousand years is this: to confuse poverty with stupidity.
-Orhan Pamuk, Snow
YEREVAN, Armenia – The tiny Ulikhanyan music club has only 12 tables and a tiny stage. But the place is packed to listen to the three Ulikhanyan brothers and their band on a Sunday night.
The music [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=artbroadabroad.wordpress.com&blog=4475969&post=49&subd=artbroadabroad&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>From Journalism to Art Part II &#8211; Here We Go Again</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Two year ago, I first wrote in this blog about a battle with myself over my identity – between the journalist I spent my first 15 years of professional life becoming, and the fledgling artist I was. At the time, I didn’t state it directly, but intimated that I had somehow won that battle. As [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=artbroadabroad.wordpress.com&blog=4475969&post=32&subd=artbroadabroad&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Beginning: from Journalism to Art</title>
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“No,” said my teacher, as I picked up a piece of charcoal, before I even laid a mark on the paper.
“No,” he said again, as I, hesitantly, lowered the charcoal a little. Then “No!” again, he took the charcoal from my hand, impatiently, and marked my paper himself. “Start here,” he said sternly, then walked [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=artbroadabroad.wordpress.com&blog=4475969&post=1&subd=artbroadabroad&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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