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_ _x000D_ 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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