Behind the sea, when the weather was clear, stood a city with a high skyline and big structures. It looked like cities in films. Actually, it looked like New York in American films and TV series. I believed it was America.
“The artist constructs a hazy image to allude to the vagueness and illusion of what’s in the distant horizon. He dreams it’s America, illusive and remote. The cityscape looks very much like New York in American films, or that’s what he
imagines, as he observes from the school bus window across the bay as he’s being driven back and forth to school. And as time goes by he grows up to realize that what seemed so far away is just across the divided city, and what
alluded to being across the sea is in fact the west side. Reality gradually stunts his daydreams as he himself is dwarfed by facts of life that surround him in this seemingly voiceless city. And it all unravels in meditative silence as he tries to comprehend his reality yet at the same time search for anonymity in this tangled and prejudice ridden place. ”
— Jack Parsekian