Dmitry Viktorovich Puchkov
«The Forest Enchantress» – this work continues the cycle of love lyrics, presenting the figures of a man and a woman engaged in a silent dialogue with one another. Yet, a woman becomes truly special only in the eyes of a man in love. He endows his chosen one with unique qualities; for him, she is more than just a woman—she is a forest fairy, to whom all aspects of nature and human existence are subject.
«By the Stream»
Terracotta, glaze, tinting, 25x15х25, 2011
«By the Stream»
Terracotta, glaze, tinting, 25x15х25, 2011
«The Forest Enchantress» – this work continues the cycle of love lyrics, presenting the figures of a man and a woman engaged in a silent dialogue with one another. Yet, a woman becomes truly special only in the eyes of a man in love. He endows his chosen one with unique qualities; for him, she is more than just a woman—she is a forest fairy, to whom all aspects of nature and human existence are subject.
Dmitry Viktorovich Puchkov
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«By the Stream»
The Forest Enchantress
Forest enchantress,
Why do you play,
Casting pitch-black darkness
Upon my way?
Forest enchantress,
Do you not know
That true freedom is
To live without love?
It is yours to enchant!
Yours to run through the forest,
And hide where the reeds rustle,
And in the morning,
Pushing aside the veil of fog,
To marvel at the sunrise,
To gaze into the springs.
Enchantress!
You rush with bare feet,
But the fire of the heart
Cannot be quenched by dew!
Scatter it generously,
Like pearls,
Give everything for the happiness
Of compassion and love.
Why do you play,
Casting pitch-black darkness
Upon my way?
Forest enchantress,
Do you not know
That true freedom is
To live without love?
It is yours to enchant!
Yours to run through the forest,
And hide where the reeds rustle,
And in the morning,
Pushing aside the veil of fog,
To marvel at the sunrise,
To gaze into the springs.
Enchantress!
You rush with bare feet,
But the fire of the heart
Cannot be quenched by dew!
Scatter it generously,
Like pearls,
Give everything for the happiness
Of compassion and love.
***
Queen of the Forests
Queen of the forests—
A bed of soft moss,
Your coverlet is
The lace of the mist,
And at dawn there sings
With a tender echo the flute,
Weaving dreams
Of love without deceit.
A bed of soft moss,
Your coverlet is
The lace of the mist,
And at dawn there sings
With a tender echo the flute,
Weaving dreams
Of love without deceit.
You awaken
And run along the path,
In the basin of the lake, the azure—
The sky washes its face,
And your curls,
In the kisses of the dawn,
Glow with little flames
Of a golden hue.
And run along the path,
In the basin of the lake, the azure—
The sky washes its face,
And your curls,
In the kisses of the dawn,
Glow with little flames
Of a golden hue.
Why are you alone,
Queen of the forests?
She replies—
«The forest loves its queen.
If I wish, I shall soar
Up to the constellation of the Hounds,
And, curved like a bow,
I will harness the crescent moon."».
Queen of the forests?
She replies—
«The forest loves its queen.
If I wish, I shall soar
Up to the constellation of the Hounds,
And, curved like a bow,
I will harness the crescent moon."».
No one can fathom,
Whether you love her or not,
Her tears, brimming with song,
The prophecy in her green eyes...
And she laughs and she dances—
While the merry days
Sweep far away
The sorrow of solitude.
Whether you love her or not,
Her tears, brimming with song,
The prophecy in her green eyes...
And she laughs and she dances—
While the merry days
Sweep far away
The sorrow of solitude.
View sculpture/Collapse
«By the Stream»
The Forest Enchantress
Forest enchantress,
Why do you play,
Casting pitch-black darkness
Upon my way?
Forest enchantress,
Do you not know
That true freedom is
To live without love?
It is yours to enchant!
Yours to run through the forest,
And hide where the reeds rustle,
And in the morning,
Pushing aside the veil of fog,
To marvel at the sunrise,
To gaze into the springs.
Enchantress!
You rush with bare feet,
But the fire of the heart
Cannot be quenched by dew!
Scatter it generously,
Like pearls,
Give everything for the happiness
Of compassion and love.
Why do you play,
Casting pitch-black darkness
Upon my way?
Forest enchantress,
Do you not know
That true freedom is
To live without love?
It is yours to enchant!
Yours to run through the forest,
And hide where the reeds rustle,
And in the morning,
Pushing aside the veil of fog,
To marvel at the sunrise,
To gaze into the springs.
Enchantress!
You rush with bare feet,
But the fire of the heart
Cannot be quenched by dew!
Scatter it generously,
Like pearls,
Give everything for the happiness
Of compassion and love.
***
Queen of the Forests
Queen of the forests—
A bed of soft moss,
Your coverlet is
The lace of the mist,
And at dawn there sings
With a tender echo the flute,
Weaving dreams
Of love without deceit.
A bed of soft moss,
Your coverlet is
The lace of the mist,
And at dawn there sings
With a tender echo the flute,
Weaving dreams
Of love without deceit.
You awaken
And run along the path,
In the basin of the lake, the azure—
The sky washes its face,
And your curls,
In the kisses of the dawn,
Glow with little flames
Of a golden hue.
And run along the path,
In the basin of the lake, the azure—
The sky washes its face,
And your curls,
In the kisses of the dawn,
Glow with little flames
Of a golden hue.
Why are you alone,
Queen of the forests?
She replies—
«The forest loves its queen.
If I wish, I shall soar
Up to the constellation of the Hounds,
And, curved like a bow,
I will harness the crescent moon."».
Queen of the forests?
She replies—
«The forest loves its queen.
If I wish, I shall soar
Up to the constellation of the Hounds,
And, curved like a bow,
I will harness the crescent moon."».
No one can fathom,
Whether you love her or not,
Her tears, brimming with song,
The prophecy in her green eyes...
And she laughs and she dances—
While the merry days
Sweep far away
The sorrow of solitude.
Whether you love her or not,
Her tears, brimming with song,
The prophecy in her green eyes...
And she laughs and she dances—
While the merry days
Sweep far away
The sorrow of solitude.
Other works by the artist
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Dmitry Viktorovich Puchkov
Artist, ceramist, sculptor.
Member of the International Art Fund.
Member of the International Art Fund.
Dmitry Viktorovich Puchkov works in the genre of small-scale sculpture. He was born on June 21, 1969. The works of D.V. Puchkov are held in France in the collection of the National Museum of Ceramics (Sèvres Porcelain Manufactory), as well as in private collections in Russia and abroad.
Dmitry Viktorovich Puchkov
Artist, ceramist, sculptor.
Member of the International Art Fund.
Member of the International Art Fund.
Dmitry Viktorovich Puchkov works in the genre of small-scale sculpture. He was born on June 21, 1969. The works of D.V. Puchkov are held in France in the collection of the National Museum of Ceramics (Sèvres Porcelain Manufactory), as well as in private collections in Russia and abroad.