Umay Çeviker writes: I first met Jonathan Wurdeman less than two years ago. I had made frequent business trips to Georgia for almost three years back then but he did not seem to belong to any group of people I met in the country before. As an American artist who had settled in Georgia more than a decade ago he was fluent in Georgian – unlike most expatriates I knew who could only speak the basic words. His ambitious blue eyes shining with excitement, he also did not look like the Georgian figure already shaped in my mind. He had...
3 Oct 2011