Nevdon Jamgochian

Nevdon Jamgochian: ‘My Armenian Heritage is Central to My Art’

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YEREVAN — Nevdon Jamgochian (born May 3, 1971, San Francisco) is an American multidisciplinary artist and writer, who has lived in Indonesia, Germany, Thailand, Senegal, China, Malaysia and India. Trained initially as a painter, his practice now spans photography, installation, text, and performance. He trained both under his family’s guidance and at the Savannah College of Art and Design. Jamgochian has exhibited internationally in Germany, Thailand, Turkey, Russia, Armenia, the United States and China. He is the recipient of the Richard Branson Mars 2025 Award from the Walden 3 Foundation. In addition to his visual projects, he writes for art publications such as Hyperallergic and Artcore Journal and his research interest includes futurism, intermediality and modernism in art history).

Nevdon, your work grapples with history and memory, often addressing themes such as genocide, animal extinction and the fragility of human legacy. As a teenager, I used to feel deep pity when looking at pictures of extinct animals. Later, I came to realize that many nations — each one a unique color in humanity’s mosaic — can also vanish, whether in the near or distant future. In your view, can art play a role in preventing such tragedies?

Art cannot prevent catastrophe in a direct, instrumental sense. Paintings, installations or performances will not stop a genocide or prevent a species from vanishing. Yet art can complicate collective memory, shape discourse and reveal the consequences of silence. When one sees an extinction or genocide in a work of art, or the fragments of an erased culture reconstructed in an installation, the encounter can generate empathy and awareness that policy papers or news cycles rarely sustain. Art lingers; it creates small cracks in certainty. While these cracks cannot prevent tragedy outright, they can create conditions where denial is harder to maintain, and forgetting is less possible. Art is also extremely cost effective. It is the least expensive why to get people to think and remember.

Art as memorial must work with the intricacies of human memory. Direct and unflinching depictions of atrocity are necessary, but they cannot stand alone if remembrance is to remain active and meaningful. What endures in collective consciousness is a layering of approaches — solemn monuments alongside satire, stark documentation alongside subtle gestures. The Holocaust demonstrates this most clearly: its memory is preserved not only through official memorials but also through cultural forms, from Mel Brooks’ humorous film The Producers to the quiet Stolpersteine project. This multiplicity of approach has made it one of the most widely recognized events of modern history. By contrast, genocides in Armenia, Rwanda, or Cambodia remain less present in popular imagination, in part because their memory has too often been confined to factual documentation, without the broader range of artistic interventions that make history emotionally resonant as well as intellectually known. Memory requires both gravity and invention to survive. My research into global memory sites — from the visitor logs at Tuol Sleng to the slave castles of Ghana — revealed a critical gap in how we engage with historical trauma. One thing we need to foreground is the universality of our experience. We cannot, as many Zionists did, say this can never happen again to us only. Genocide can never happen to anyone.

In 2014, you created 1,500,000 commemorative medals, each inscribed with “1 Armenian,” in memory of the victims of the Armenian Genocide. You also initiated the Bagradian Project — a fictional autobiography of the central character from Franz Werfel’s The Forty Days of Musa Dagh — designed to confront the denial of the Armenian Genocide? How did that project unfold?

My novel (finished after 11 years as of two weeks ago, looking for publisher!) constructs a counter-historical tapestry, premised on the question of what the world would look like if the Armenian Genocide never happened. The narrative’s conceptual genesis is rooted in the implications of Article 301 of the Turkish Penal Code — the statute criminalizing “insulting Turkishness” through genocide recognition. The book imagines an alternate twentieth century where the Armenian intellectual and artistic milieu survived, recentering the axis of modernism within Anatolia.

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The point of departure is Franz Werfel’s book, The Forty Days of Musa Dagh. In this universe, the young protagonist, Stephen Bagradian, escapes his literary fate of death at fifteen. Surviving to adulthood, he evolves into a seminal artistic figure, altering the geography of cultural modernity. Without the catastrophic deracination of its ancient peoples, Constantinople retains its historical primacy as a cosmopolitan capital, which it was from the fall of Rome until the modern era. Consequently, the gravitational pull of the avant-garde never shifts to New York; instead, modernism finds the studios of Constantinople and the landscapes of Anatolia. Historical figures are reimagined within this milieu: Arshile Gorky lives under his birth name, Vosdanig Manoug Adoian, Gomidas, saved from his historical fate, appears briefly, restored to his creative life. The narrative is populated by an array of historical and invented personalities, from Ukrainian Futurists to established icons like Duchamp, Picabia and Loy, all drawn to this new epicenter of artistic innovation.

The plot follows Bagradian’s odyssey through a politically reconfigured Near East, a region shaped by the Wilsonian proposed map of the region. His journey navigates the nascent Armenian Democratic Republic, whose capital is rising from the ruins of Ani; an independent Greek Pontic state; the Hebrew Anarcho-Syndicalist commune on Rhodes; and various fragile mandates for Syrian and Kurdish territories. This meticulously researched landscape is supported by original cartography, visually grounding the reader in this unfamiliar world.

Narrated in the first person, Bagradian is crafted as a deliberately flawed anti-hero — pompous, petty, yet sympathetic — a conscious rejection of heroic archetypes. The fiction is substantiated through an extensive paratextual body of fabricated archival material. I have created dozens of paintings in the authentic modernist style of the 1910s and 20s, all attributed to Bagradian, which have been exhibited in physical galleries with myself listed as the curator. This elaborate world-building extends to a website, philatelic artifacts, and fictional museum catalogs, all designed to erode the boundary between historical record and speculative fiction. The “photographs” of Bagradian are of my great-uncle, Malcolm Malconian, a childless relative who loved posing.

Each chapter is punctuated by a “Radio Yerevan”-style joke — 57 so far — which exists entirely outside the novel’s diegesis. These interjections, rooted in the sober reality of our own world’s history, serve as a metatextual commentary to remind the reader that the genocide destroyed what could have been. They help create a humorous tension between the imagined counter-history and un-remedied trauma of the historical experience. The book is supposed to be part one of a five-part autobiography, which of course, is not in the making.

This project is speculative memorialization. While the work is explicitly not about the Armenian Genocide, it seeks to foreground the cataclysm’s void by constructing a radical counter-narrative of what might have been. Its central themes interrogate the fallibility of memory, the monopoly of victors over historical narrative, and the essential, humanity of victims — a humanity that includes not only profound potential but also fallibility. The genocide denied us the possibility of both our greatest achievements and our inevitable mistakes; this narrative reclaims that holistic, relatable, and therefore more profoundly tragic past.

The theme of loss seems to be central to your art. I wonder if this connects to your Armenian heritage. Could you share a bit about your family background?Author

Yes, my Armenian heritage is central to my art. My great-grandfather, Avedis Jamgochian, indeed translated Paradise Lost into Turkish. For this, he was exiled shortly before most of his family was murdered in Akn. He migrated to Manchester and then moved to Glendale to become the first Armenian family there. He sent his son, my grandfather, back to Constantinople as he believed (along with many Armenians) the lies of the Young Turks. My grandfather escaped the genocide and joined the US army hoping to fight the Turks in WWI but ultimately being confined to a sick bed due to influenza during the war. I am fortunate to have been born in a creative family which gave me the tools to creating forms through which memory can remain alive.

I recall your 2015 installation Pantheon on the Moon at the Modern Art Museum of Yerevan, which raised urgent questions about the destruction of both humans and animals. Have you had the chance to acquaint yourself with the contemporary Armenian art scene? And what are your most vivid and unique experiences in Armenia?

Engaging with the contemporary Armenian art scene has been both humbling and transformative. What strikes me most is its breadth: practices that move fluently within global conversations, alongside works rooted in the particular textures of Armenian history and experience. My most vivid encounters in Armenia have been less in formal exhibitions than in conversations with people. To be welcomed into these exchanges is a privilege, and I remain grateful for the generosity with which Hayastantsis have allowed me to part of their world.

I’ve lived in seven countries and there are Armenians everywhere. I have often encountered unexpected Armenian presences — even in places where the community is nearly invisible. The Armenian story is one of dispersal, of nodes of memory in unlikely places. Whether in a street name, a lone church, or a family archive, these fragments testify to the persistence of a people whose survival often escapes notice.

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