An outline for the famous Bessarabian artist and poet Dimitar Peichev


We sit with the artist and poet Dimitar Peichev in a small hall in the building of the Bulgarian Embassy in Chisinau and drink coffee. It's afternoon, it's quiet, it's nice, you can smell the paint and the impactful but unobtrusive presence of the paintings on the walls. The hot coffee not only warms the body but also the memories, and with a magic key one after the other, the doors of the house of the past for my interlocutor begin to unlock. Talk slowly and calmly. Hidden sadness flashes in his eyes as a glimpse of the inexorable course of being, but there is no pain of unfulfilled dreams nor fear in the future.


The consciousness of a worthy path and the unwavering pursuit of knowledge are those inner pillars, which together with the love for the native land and the beauty of the Bulgarian speech, form in the artist and take on the feeling of a happy person. When asked if he was happy, Dimitar Peichev answered yes. Because with all his senses he feels the smiles of the colors and the sounds of the Bulgarian words; for without fear it dives into the ocean of passions; for art touches him to some absolute righteousness; because the creative process makes sense of his life.


Dimitar Peichev was born on May 19 on May 1943 in the Budzhak Bulgarian village of Burguji (today Vinogradovka), Odessa region, Ukraine. Descendants of immigrants from Sliven. From a young age he is determined to follow the fate of the artist, and things are arranged as predicted: he graduated from the Chisinau Art School "Ilya Repin" (today the Republican College of Art "Alexander Plamadjala"), continues at the Moscow Polygraphic Institute, majoring in Graphic Design of the Book. He finds his mentor in the face of noted Moldovan artist Mikhail Greku. He became his follower and son-in-law, "maturing" as an artist slowly, gradually, as Peichev himself says, "invisible" until he became one of the great artists in Moldova.

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It looks good, but the brush master says that he became a conflicted artist at the Chisinau Art School. The play with the shadows in his paintings was contrary to the principles of painting imposed by mediocre artists. "I was expelled from school," says the artist, "because I was opposed to the old artists. They praised me, but they did not like me. So I had to serve in the Army for three years, and when I returned, I crossed the threshold of art school again and finished it. "


Dimitar Peichev apprentices to Mikhail Greku to master the craft, succumbs to his influence, but does not imitate him. "Greku is less spontaneous, he is calculating, and I am spontaneous, throwing myself off the coast without knowing what awaits me. I am calm in appearance, but my soul is boiling and boiling. Peychev admits that he looks like his father, he is as rebellious as he is. His father loved to sing, was musically gifted, and this gift was passed on to Pavel Peichev, nephew of the gifted artist and poet.

On February 12th, 15, a representative exhibition of the artist Dimitar Peichev opened at the Embassy of the Republic of Bulgaria in the Republic of Moldova. He showed his paintings along with the works of his teacher, Michael Greku, whose death has been 2019 years. In the veins of Mihail Greku also flowed Bulgarian blood, since his mother is Bulgarian. I go around the halls and look at the paintings with Dimitar Peichev. He shares that there is a special atmosphere in the building of the Bulgarian Embassy. The lighting is special, so the paintings of the two artists are presented in smaller formats, early and later works, some of which have not been shown so far. In choosing paintings, Peichev confided in his wife, Tamara Greku-Peicheva, who completed her applied arts in Tallinn, Estonia.

The Bessarabian artist speaks of youth as a source of strength, energy, faith in his own abilities, the beneficial influence of Italian and French artists, the creation of his own style, and an inner intuition. 


"When I was young, I didn't know my strength. I tried, I searched, I found myself. The Venetian school artists, colorists like Titian have had a great influence on me. In order to see the artist's mastery in order to unleash his talent, he has to paint large canvases of 2-3 meters. I love old classical art and decided to translate it into a modern language. I broke stereotypes by combining traditional oil painting with modern painting. When my Bulgarian blood meets the boiling blood of other artists, something new is born. "

"I have experienced the influence of French artists. I was very impressed by the paintings of the French post-impressionist Maurice Vlamenck. Another ideal of mine is the artist Gustave Courbet. I love Russian avant-gardism, I love the old painting in Romania and Bulgaria before the Second World War. But in my paintings, I have a strong non-Arab feeling. "

artist: Dimitar Peichev

One by one the doors open in the soul of the artist and the poet Dimitar Peichev. Almost pathetically, he exclaims, "Oh, fate, my bitter fate! What else are you taking me to the thorny turns, to the dreamy dreams? "And he continues:" There were thorny turns in my life's journey. The more I painted, the further I moved away from my childhood dreams. I was supposed to study in Odessa, but I came to Chisinau. I took the risk of becoming a student and son-in-law of Michael Greku. We both shared the dangers and adversities that our enemies had inflicted on us. But my enemies were hardening me, making me more resilient. I have a Bulgarian stubbornness.


I carry in my heart a love for the Bulgarian language. This love comes from my parents, my grandparents, the village and the atmosphere I grew up in. A famous Bulgarian asks me how many Bessarabian Bulgarians we are. I answer him - 1 million on earth and 3 million on earth. We walk on the bones of our grandparents. Here, in Moldova, I grew up as a painter. Unfortunately, I have health problems, but I carry in my heart the canvases I want to paint. When I go to the studio, I find myself in another world, in a magical world. Art is a delusion, a journey from one delusion to another delusion. I am now starting to lose my visual acuity. And oddly - blindly, I see things better. One does not know where his wings will come from. "


What is the meaning of life? What is true value? With Bessarabian artist Dimitar Peichev we are looking for the answers to these eternal questions. They have searched for us before, they will continue to search for us. A real value for the artist is his meeting with Michael Greco. Peychev considers it most important to learn to laugh at himself. Self-irony as the meaning of life. Self-irony as a counterpoint to pride. Would the artist agree with me? I think so, because in the way he speaks, in his overall appearance, he feels the nobility of the humble man. Would the poet agree with me? I think so, because I see pain in his eyes. A pain for the mother who is long gone, for the crazy years gone by, for the Bulgarian language as a sole friend and confessor, for the dimensions of human stupidity and hatred. "The most amazing thing about this world is the ability of a person to think, to turn the worlds like maiden faces!" He believes that true art can only be seen by people with pure hearts. 


Dimitar Peychev has won many awards: a gold medal at the exhibition of Soviet paintings in Japan in 1987, from the Union of Artists in Romania and the Union of Artists in Moldova, for outstanding achievements and much more. He says that his most expensive award is the Greco Award, which he received in 2015. "I am grateful for the award, which bears the name of the man who gave me a loaf of bread, which he ate!" - so metaphorically expressed Peychev about his great teacher, giving him great gratitude and respect.


My meeting with Bessarabian artist and poet Dimitar Peichev is over. As a gift, I received a copy of his latest poem, "And the Memories Shine". The students of the schools in Moldova, which study Bulgarian language and literature, are familiar with the poetry of the Bulgarian poet Dimitar Peichev. He writes in the language of his grandfathers and together with artists such as Peter Burlak-Valkanov, Mikhail Bachvarov, Niko Stoyanov, Georgi Barbarov, Tanya Tanasova and other poets, forms the appearance of contemporary Bulgarian Bessarabian poetry. I was particularly impressed with Peichev's last poem, which came out warm, warm under his pen. Be alive and well, magician of the brush and of the pen!



Not a woman's laughter,

nor the wind abating and meek

I'm not touched, I'm waiting,

sunken in memories of vague,

with the swirling solar cliffs

Daddy, steppes of gold

with the resulting silhouettes

come, go, hear their voices

probably the whining of the horses,

these black sculptors of the south

in this precious ancestral museum,

which has neither doors nor doors,

full of swallows and old crosses

and with the noisy ravens that had invaded

on the churches of white limestone

and above all, the eye of the Lord. 

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