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In 1985, Seta Manoukian left her hometown of Beirut, the city she had identified with as intimately as that of her own body—its streets, her skin, its cries, her voice. After living through ten years of a bloody civil war, she had seen people for who they were—the charitable and the greedy, all luridly exposed before the shock of explosions and gunfire. Fear set in as some of her fellow colleagues at the Lebanese University where she worked suffered kidnappings or sometimes worse. Earlier, she had flouted shootings and bombings to attend parties and dinners as a popular painter and teacher of art, but soon even these public excursions began to feel too risky.
As a burgeoning artist in Lebanon, she had shown exceptional potential at an early age, going on to take private lessons with the well-known Lebanese painter Paul Guiragossian at just 15. In 1963, she won first prize in an art competition organized by the Italian Embassy and received a three-month ...
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