It’s scary to think how many years have passed since she disappeared from our horizon. Holosiy went to heaven in 1993, and soon after, his wild muse Trubina – “the muse of Ukrainian transavant-garde” – also vanished. Under this cheerful name, she is now entering history before our eyes. Dissertations are already being written about her. But back then, the landscape was completely empty. The duo Holosiy-Trubina created a stirring erotic tension. It was in their workshop on Paris Commune Street that the very pulse of the city beat. Canvases two by three meters grew overnight. And all sorts of things grew there. Holosiy died, the Commune was dispersed. Smart people from Edinburgh invited “Parkomuna” to exhibit, Lera went and never returned. From there she ended up in America, then in Hawaii. A strange story, but it makes you want to say a truism, something like we are not the ones who choose the place, but the place chooses us. Lera was always like that – as if from Hawaii, from wonderful islands reachable only by imagination. Not a journey, but a trip, not painting, but a mirage.
What wonderful paintings she made in the 1990s! On huge canvases, which without any bourgeois stretchers were nailed directly to the wall, dreams-visions swayed. “Secret harmonies of prayers” – that’s how her works were wonderfully titled. Everyone in the “Commune” loved her – she created such a hole in space where in youth everyone willingly flew away. She had a tandem with Holosiy – a travel agency through time and space. By the way, London auctions have recently awakened and started trading Trubina’s dreams from those years: September 26 – Phillips de Pury, Valeriya Trubina, “Labyrinth”, 5.6 thousand pounds. On October 17, the same Phillips is preparing a second batch of Trubina’s dreams.
The Kyiv gallery “Bottega” supplies Trubina’s works to the London market. Naturally, it was inspired to hold an exhibition. Even more naturally, the exhibition is called “Secret Gardens” – what other gardens could Trubina have? Her favorite motif from long ago is the gate to the garden. Where you go and never return. Her space leads somewhere far away and disappears. Like a path in the forest – gone in a flash. And her color palette is so strange-strange. So those gardens are something else. This is not impressionism. And a little bit – the blissfully serene Hawaii. The wide valleys and bourgeois galleries of paradise islands have smoothed out Trubina’s psychedelic swirls. Now she has waterfalls flowing, typhoons swirling over the ocean. But still – with a mystical undertone. Not smoothly gentle. And if you pick at it with your finger – it’s a bit scary. There’s clearly something hidden under the beauty. Well, Trubina can’t speak in prose! Since she started drinking, smoking, and painting scary pictures 43 years ago in her hometown of Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk, she hasn’t stopped.
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Author: Oleksiy Tytarenko
Sources: Aleksey Tytarenko about Valeriya Trubina [Electronic resource] – Access mode to the resource: http://shcherbenkoartcentre.com/artists/valeriya-trubina/esse/aleksej-titarenko-pro-valeriyu-trubinu.
