Artwork description:

This portrait of one of the greatest poets, weaved with one extra long string that connects 200 aluminum nails on the circumference, looks though centuries. Here's a beautiful English translation of The Prophet poem, where Pushkin described his mission:_x000D_
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We’re mired by thirst for sacred things –_x000D_
Through gloomy desert did I wander,_x000D_
And then the seraph with six wings_x000D_
To me appeared at crossroads yonder._x000D_
I felt his dainty fingers’ graze,_x000D_
As in a dream, my pupils’ haze:_x000D_
Now opened prophet’s eyes enlightened_x000D_
Like those of eagle when he’s frightened._x000D_
He touched my earlobes after this –_x000D_
My ears were filled with noise and hiss:_x000D_
I heeded then the heavens’ shiver,_x000D_
The lofty angels flying free,_x000D_
Vile creature’s way beneath the sea,_x000D_
The valley’s vineyards’ windblown quiver._x000D_
And then my feeble lips he scratched,_x000D_
Away my sinful tongue he snatched –_x000D_
My tongue, so wicked and so idle –_x000D_
And in its place the snake’s forked tips_x000D_
Inserted ’twixt my lifeless lips_x000D_
With bloody hand, like bit and bridle._x000D_
He cut with sword my heaving breast,_x000D_
Threw out my heart as it vibrated,_x000D_
And then a burning coal he pressed_x000D_
Into the space he’d thus created._x000D_
In desert like a corpse I lay,_x000D_
God spoke with words I must obey:_x000D_
“Arise, O prophet, pay attention,_x000D_
Do all that I’ve commanded you,_x000D_
O’er land and sea with seer’s contention_x000D_
Afflict the hearts of people too.”

Materials used:

String, Nails

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