Marina Koldobskaya assumes the risk – she paints flowers by series and dozens, covering bundles of paper and rolls of canvas with flower arrangements, flower beds and entire meadows in bloom. Exhibited together, these works transform an artist’s studio or a gallery hall into the semblance of the Garden of Eden, tropical thickets or datura plantations.
The flowers series is yet another step of the artist on her way to the origins, the paradise lost, simplicity, purity and the self-forgetful delight in an act of creation. To what has been rejected, lost and almost forgotten by the contemporary art.
The flowers of Koldobskaya are painted simply – it would seem, simply to the last degree. A few energetic lines; a few bright splotches; a background established with a few broad brushstrokes. A few placard colors.
Black-white-red, blue-gold – the heraldic laconism of a palette.
One flower, three flowers, lots of flowers – the archaic elemental of reckoning.
A rectangular, a triangular, a circle, an oval – the mathematical clarity of composition.
Anthropomorphic shapes that sprout through the flowers – vaginas and phalluses, eyes and teeth, hands and hair – the heathen frankness of subject.
It is impossible to call Koldobskaya’s paintings primitivist – an observant viewer will discern in this calibrated simplicity the rigidity of a designer sign, the strictness of graphic formulas of Russian avant-garde, the aggression of a totalitarian poster and the magic rhythm of tribal ornaments.
The illusion that a painting is created easily and quickly is dispelled when you take it in your hands – it is heavy due to multiple layers of paints. The visible simplicity of a solution is a result of dozens of variations discarded by the artist. The work is not a burden to her – by combining circles and triangular, balancing flowery masses, playing with textures, feasting her eyes on smudges, brushstrokes and burrs, the artist effects a therapeutic act in order to achieve the only thing that is worth the work – Joy.