Meet
Daphne, 100% handcrafted, amazing porcelain
enchanted doll by
Marina Bychkova.
Source:
Daphne
Materials: Sterling silver mask with 38 fresh water pearls, 9 Swarovski
crystals, satin flowers; Hooded cape with sequin and bead embroidery;
Ceramic engraving on porcelain; Ball-jointed, porcelain, china paint,
magnetic silk fiber wig, industrial springs, leather.
Measurement: 14 ¼” (37cm) standing.
I came across Marina's work a couple of years ago, a friend, I can't recall who, when introduced this to me said "this probably is the adult's world of Barbie doll."
What I really thought? Not even fair to have the thought of putting these handcrafted cum hand-painted Enchanted Dolls with Barbie.
So I bumped into Daphne last night, and this time, I tell myself to wake up early tomorrow to put it into my blog, I HAVE TO let whoever that reads this blog to know about her! So here I am - my just-turned 2.5 years old little princess woke up at 4am calling for mama, and told me "Please wake up, mama, I am awake already.", I pretended dead fish and waited for her to give up, at 6am, I got up to compile this entry of blog. :)
So, let Marina tell you how it really went down.
Once upon a time, there lived a mighty God Saturn and his wife
Cybele. In that age, there also lived a beautiful nymph Daphne and a
young shepherd Attis. Of course God Apollo also lived in those distant
times. There can’t well be a story without Apollo, that golden-haired
playboy of the antiquity, can there?
So it happened that the beautiful Daphne fell in love with the mortal
Attis, while the no less lovely Cybele, though a goddess, also fell in
love with him. God Apollo, who could not miss a single skirt had began
scheming as soon he laid his eyes on the exquisite Daphne. Attis in the
meantime decided to kill two birds with one stone and had affairs with
both Daphne and Cybele simultaneously. Only Saturn was wise enough to
stay out of this love polygon.
“Do what you like” he said, while presumably shaking his head and
rolling his eyes, and then went drinking with his buddy Zeus. The mighty
Zeus had long wanted to hang out on Mount Olympus with a bottle of
brandy.
Predictably, things got messy, as many love stories do. Apollo chased
after Daphne, Daphne chased after Attis, who in turn chased Cybele.
Cybele choked with jealousy; Apollo burned with desire; Daphne was
dying of love, while Attis was high-fiving everyone and congratulating
himself on seducing two beautiful women. All suffered here except
Saturn, who was on Olympus enjoying another glass of whiskey. I mean
brandy.
But who could resist Apollo? Perhaps only Zeus himself. So Daphne had
to flee from him across different lands, until she got to the glorious
city of Venice. Alas, it was all in vain: lovesick Apollo followed her
everywhere like a bloodhound with a scent, pursuing her anywhere she
ran. Doomed, Daphne appealed to all the residents of Venice, asking for
their help. The good people felt sorry for her, but no one dared to
openly defy the will of Apollo. That is, until someone suggested a
clever solution of disguising the entire city in masks to hide them from
Apollo. The people liked the idea of outwitting a God, and the next
morning everyone was wearing disguises, rejoicing, dancing and
celebrating from morning till night for two whole weeks, while a
flabbergasted yet determined Apollo stalked the narrow streets of Venice
in a relentless search for his prey. He felt entitled to possess
Daphne. She belonged to him even if she didn’t accept it.
But then came Lent, and people had to stop the festivities and remove
their masks. That’s when Apollo had finally discovered Daphne. Furious
that she not only rejected him – a God, but actually preferred some
simple mortal shepherd instead, he turned her into a Laurel tree. He
broke off a branch, made it into a wreath and placed it on his golden
curls as a trophy. He also gave the tree immortality, so that he could
possess Daphne in any form he could, for all eternity. What a sociopath.
Cybele, in turn, drove Attis crazy, unfortunately in a very literal
sense, because he opened up his veins and died. As for Saturn, he got a
huge hangover. And he also fought with Zeus. Turns out that Zeus was an
angry drunk. As for people of Venice, they took to the idea of hiding
their faces under different masks and celebrating life and love in all
their transient glory.
And that’s how began the tradition of the Venetian masquerade: with
the myth of Apollo and Daphne – a stalker and his victim. And whether
I’m wrong or right, is for you to decide.
The End.
I suggest you to pay a visit to Marina's website, to see more of her
projects, appreciate, treasure, and be inspired.
Cheers,
Corra @ de Cor's
