The art of life and the life of art
* Vahe Berberian's milagros come in words, images, and emotions by Paul Chaderjian Before we enter his second-floor studio, painter, performer, writer Vahe Berberian insists on serving oranges and mandarins from the trees that line the apartment building's driveway. Vahe has been nurturing these trees for more than a decade, and you can tell he's proud of them. He likes green things, he says. Three of the units in the white apartment building - a few miles north of the San Fernando Valley's arterial Ventura Boulevard, in the flats of the Valley - are where Vahe paints, lives, and stores his works of art. Six months out of the year, however, here's not here. The tall and thin 51-year-old, with salt-and-pepper braids, spends a lot of his time taking his performance art and his monologues to Armenian communities as far away as the homeland and Australia. On this Tuesday afternoon, Vahe is in the Southland and plucking oranges off his tree with a lo...