Dejà vu – Violeta’s Realm
Krassi Aleksieva

 Violeta Radkova is an artist favoured by God. Most artists have been given one vocation, one site to create in whereas she has been assigned two – the vast space of the theatre and the intimate plane of the canvas.
 The stage with its three-dimensional structure and the possibility to transform it in all possible temporal forms in order to subject it to the instant – here and now, and to be tormented again and again, forever, because of the Irreversible moment.
 The canvas, a two-dimensional plane limited in space but swallowing with abandon distances, emotions, objects and existence in order to preserve and cipher them into unchangeable entities for the seers.
 Here is the essence of Violeta’s art – the ability to weave a thread in the web between the theatre and the picture – an exhausting endeavour which, however, sustains the agility and youthfulness of her heart and spirit. The authoress achieves it with her instinct of an artist and painter.  She calls the white canvas „my temple”. There are others who say that too. But few are the ones who officiate there. Some are blasphemers …..with their incompetence… Violeta, though, truly ordains in it her sacred postulates, her sincere faith of an artist, her love as a good person and her gift – the link with the One who gives.
 Her canvases are the places where impossible things happen because they are created in a different way – her journeys into time, space and life. There is a magic quality in her art realised in the pictures through the presentation of the transience of human life with its real moment here on earth but also with its possible projections and happenings in this particular transience.
 With the skilful employment of the contrast of colours, a master of chiaroscuro, Violeta lays out the objective world of shapes in the spatial grip of the realm of mirrors. She handles the reflection with finesse and yet with untielding persistence providing endless possibilities for it to play, create parallel worlds and new variations of life. She allows it to re-expose the object in its very core. Thus she draws out a new meaning, a different unexpected emotion. The artist employs the mysteries of dreams, presentiments, memories. Holding the brush she is overcome with that extraordinary phenomenon called „Deja vu”. Violeta speaks its language. The language of the Messenger, the Storyteller out of time.
 The houses she paints are in reality the splendid homes of Rousse’s past. Built into the canvas they become missionaries in a different realm. They turn into sphinxes of houses, eternal houses and because of that populated by Solitude, a surrealistic mysticism and beauty. Houses whose reflections are rooted in another world.
 The chance merciful placement of a human figure in the streets further emphasises the desolation of these buildings. They come before people and remain after them – keepers and guards of time.
 The human presence as destiny is more palpable in the objects which the artist displays in her masterly still-life canvases. In those intimate minute spaces the sequence of events is not discontinued. It is the objects in service of people that are possessed by mystic immortality and evoke the post reality of life, where human presence is no more than the powder of a moth and yet a possible image behind the mirror, a tangible touch in the reflections, a recurring materialisation of love and hatred. 
 The glass, the candlestick, the vase, the apple, diverse intimate objects, which used to be dear to a person, the antique furniture, gates, windows, the beautiful fabric of ritual cloths and curtains. The mirror having imprinted the images in its depths is like a go-between of two worlds. The whole interior with its aristocratic artistry of perfect composition and colour has been created and exists as a realm of beauty and love.
 Somewhere there the naked body of a woman is the only one upon which the honour to be present in the mysterious rhythm has been conferred but only within their spatial rules. Idealised, poetic, condensed into a symbol, a dream and the spiritual pole of a tough material world.
 Violeta Radkova’s artistic universe comprises felicitous harmony and spirituality. Her works are little open temples where the mysterious and enticing rites of the world called Deja vu are performed.
 We remember nothing of it but Violeta gives us the feeling that we have been there. And that suffices.