Tigran Asatryan managed to get a thorough art education even in the Soviet period, having gone through all possible stages from the club of the House of Pioneers to the Yerevan Academy of Artists, having mastered the traditions of realistic painting, its main pictorial and plastic values. Then came the time for a generation of individualists, where everyone decided for himself. And on the creative path of Tigran Asatryan, which began after, everything turned out to be not so simple. In his technique, he continued to develop, honed skills, detail processing. But like every artist, Tigran had faced with the problem of personal attitude and response to new life conditions. He felt both incomprehensibility and confusion, which did not give way to unambiguous interpretation, but the new market-commercial side of the matter did not attract him. On his path of intellectual and moral searches, he was faced with the most powerful test, he survived clinical death. This fate made him look into its face through what he had experienced, which helped him discover wise joy through work, pain, overcoming fatigue. Tigran, in his own way, began to hear the discordance of the world of personal feelings. The time of emotional renaissance has come for the artist, it was more mature, intellectually enriched and colored with soft poetry. The present enveloping us in the course of the author’s emotional movements is filled with anxiety, sometimes melancholy and boredom, but is also permeated with sympathy and understanding, tender humbleness, kindness, simplicity and clarity. After all, banal truths contain a deep meaning.
Here sits in front of us the «Old Cook», experienced, knowing the secrets of her difficult business. The «prodigal son» («The Way Home») hurries to reach his father’s house, hurries in the twilight, he has gone through a lot in his adventures and trials. He dreams of homemade scrambled eggs, warmth and comfort. And the «Wanderer» with his pitiful belongings, chilled, accompanied by a dog and a crow, wants simple affordable happiness, a natural life with its constant cycle of days and a change in the usual processes of work and rest... Here is a chicken trainer, in the dim light of the month, which suddenly calls to mind: «...And, rooster in pot, enter a fortune-teller’s yard. But white, white snow scalds my eyes till they smart.» (O. Mandelstam). We are captivated by the purity and simplicity of a peasant woman, where she, together with her pets, is fascinated by the music from the archaic gramophone...
In these works, the viewer begins to be soak up with both sympathy and the author’s understanding, trying to move in the course of Tigran Asaturyane’s spiritual movements, and the viewer must guess a lot himself...
And in any work we respond to the high cultural level of the artistic language. Each plot (episode of memories or painful sleep) turns into a miracle-making or thaumaturgies.