My Father, The Stranger

14 November 2013

Growing up, my father felt like a secret that was being kept from me. I had few memories of us together. I remember him giving me my first doll and us dancing together in our tiny apartment in Moscow. I also remember him leaving. Sometimes he would be gone for months at a time. Until, one day, when I was seven, it was our turn to leave.

My mother woke me up one morning and told me to pack my belongings. She said we were going on a trip. The next morning, I woke up in my new home, California. From then on, we hardly ever spoke of my father. I had no photos of him, and eventually I forgot what he looked like. My mother shared with me a handful of stories that made me want to know him, touch him, invent him. Fifteen years later, I traveled to Armenia to find him. These images are my attempt to piece together an image of a familiar stranger.

Diana Markosian
Diana Markosian was born in Russia and grew up in California, USA.  She is a documentary photographer who recently relocated to Yangon, Burma. Her reporting has taken her from Russia’s North Caucasus mountains, to the ancient Silk Road in Tajikistan and overland to the remote Wakhan Corridor in northeastern Afghanistan. Diana’s images have appeared in Foreign Policy, Marie Claire, The New York Times, The Sunday Times,, and World Policy Journal amongst others.

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