It's been hard being back in the US, and it was hard being in Armenia. I feel like when you have two places that feel equally like home in really different ways you just drift around in a perpetual state of homesickness.
My main squeeze, this little guy and I drove from Wisconsin to Portland last week in a 12 foot truck. That lil nose against the window 😭
My sis, my companion, my 90 day fiancé binge watching partner.
This is my dear friend Erwin, a folk dancer, lover of all animals and holocaust survivor.
Missing Armenia and its Soviet architecture
Moving back to the US next week for a while and I feel like I am ripping my chest open and gnawing on my own heart. Tell me I'm making the right decision?? 😅
Oh hey Lenin, how u doin?
Working on this film has exposed me to some of the most warm hearted people and interesting and charming places - from village community centers to decaying soviet theater buildings. This month in Artsakh has completely affirmed that it's my favorite place in the world.
Feeling especially moody this week 🤷🏻♀️
Love it when we use military helicopters on set ✨
Despite 17 hour work days and a hotel with a shower that makes you feel less clean afterwards, this project has been really great so far because of the bitchin' company.
Have been super disconnected lately because I'm in a place that doesn't exist on most maps. Helping on set with a film that takes place in Artsakh, the de facto republic between Armenia and Azerbaijan. This is in the Stepanakert airport, a fully equipped and functional airport that is not in use because Azerbaijan has threatened to shoot down any plane that arrives.
The biggest landfill in Armenia rests in Nubarashen, the district that is also home to Armenia's largest cemetery, prison and mental hospital.
We had a taxi take us to the center of Nubarashen, a huge newly constructed park beside the primary school. As we walked around the town, we found two local teenage boys eating ice cream who volunteered to show us around. This is Arman, one of the boys, in the halls of his school. __________ Part of an ongoing series on Nubarashen District, Yerevan, Armenia.
During the early days of the revolution in Armenia I was on my way back to the city from Artsakh. Our car was stopped just outside of Sevan when about 50 cars blocked off the road, a slew of men had exited their cars and were fighting. Before the police broke up the fight, I saw a man with a bloodied face and hand walk by, he noticed me staring and gave me a quick wink before returning to his car. I'm not sure what started this conflict, when I asked the driver he just said "meeting" and continued driving.
After even a couple days away from Armenia I always feel so good returning, I always have a big stupid grin when passing the border back into the country. Really hoping my Armenian passport comes soon (it's been almost 6 months since I've filed the papers) because my US passport is almost full of stamps in and out of Armenia (and I'm dying to visit Iran)