Story Of A Car - Armenia
There was something about this car, one of many randomly discarded automobiles in rural areas of Armenia. Simple strange art installations of fascination. In my inability to not find the simplest of distractions exciting, we returned twice to visit this golden car, stuffed complete with perfectly placed twigs of bushes and nature. Martiros Gasparyan had become the owner of the 1982 Mercedes 300D, his kind dog curious why I kept appearing. The more we did, the more incredibly interested I became, and so began a Tale of The Mercedes Benz: The original owner of this Mercedes worked extremely hard to save enough money to buy such an automobile. He flew to Germany to buy the car with cash, driving the 300D overland back to Armenia. One week with his new car in Armenia, the man got into an accident, killing the other driver. The man went to jail, and his car was placed in the care of Martiros Gasparyan. To cover the legal costs for his friend, Martiros sold off, piece by piece, the doors. A mirror. The seats. Every object of value was removable from the golden car. When his friend served his time in prison and was released, only the shell remained, today being storage for firewood, resting gently upon the listing grassy lawn of Martiros farm near Gyumri. Everyone, every object, every piece of nature has a story…
There was something about this car, one of many randomly discarded automobiles in rural areas of Armenia. Simple strange art installations of fascination. In my inability to not find the simplest of distractions exciting, we returned twice to visit this golden car, stuffed complete with perfectly placed twigs of bushes and nature. Martiros Gasparyan had become the owner of the 1982 Mercedes 300D, his kind dog curious why I kept appearing. The more we did, the more incredibly interested I became, and so began a Tale of The Mercedes Benz: The original owner of this Mercedes worked extremely hard to save enough money to buy such an automobile. He flew to Germany to buy the car with cash, driving the 300D overland back to Armenia. One week with his new car in Armenia, the man got into an accident, killing the other driver. The man went to jail, and his car was placed in the care of Martiros Gasparyan. To cover the legal costs for his friend, Martiros sold off, piece by piece, the doors. A mirror. The seats. Every object of value was removable from the golden car. When his friend served his time in prison and was released, only the shell remained, today being storage for firewood, resting gently upon the listing grassy lawn of Martiros farm near Gyumri. Everyone, every object, every piece of nature has a story…
There was something about this car, one of many randomly discarded automobiles in rural areas of Armenia. Simple strange art installations of fascination. In my inability to not find the simplest of distractions exciting, we returned twice to visit this golden car, stuffed complete with perfectly placed twigs of bushes and nature. Martiros Gasparyan had become the owner of the 1982 Mercedes 300D, his kind dog curious why I kept appearing. The more we did, the more incredibly interested I became, and so began a Tale of The Mercedes Benz: The original owner of this Mercedes worked extremely hard to save enough money to buy such an automobile. He flew to Germany to buy the car with cash, driving the 300D overland back to Armenia. One week with his new car in Armenia, the man got into an accident, killing the other driver. The man went to jail, and his car was placed in the care of Martiros Gasparyan. To cover the legal costs for his friend, Martiros sold off, piece by piece, the doors. A mirror. The seats. Every object of value was removable from the golden car. When his friend served his time in prison and was released, only the shell remained, today being storage for firewood, resting gently upon the listing grassy lawn of Martiros farm near Gyumri. Everyone, every object, every piece of nature has a story…