Just a ticket to childhood+
Irina Kolomenskaya, art critic

+It is possible to sledge again, to be afraid of darkness outside the window being together with someone in a corner near the stove, to water a dog from a jug in the morning, to ramble through the pools, seeking for the largest ones, - all these is that dear and half-forgotten world which pleasures will stay with us forever. And I thought, here it is - the light day full of warmth and colours, awash with pure mirth and aureola of sincerity!

The paintings' author has managed miraculously to keep her vivid voice of the childly soul and does not cease sharing this gift generously. Her works appeal both to kids and grown-ups
even though the pictures are addressed first of all to adult children. These pieces of work have their spectators and collectors. Nowadays it does not happen often - however the paintress has managed to display not only a set of artistic methods, but her own style and topic as well. Anna Koroleva's gentle and emotional paintings are distinguished by rich ornamentality and emphatically naive simplicity of the images from the world of children's experiences. With her observant eyes of an artist, she creates portraits of moods and conditions, using "a la prima" method of painting.

There are love and vulnerability here together with shyness and candid enjoyment of joys of life full of miracles and delight. The sensations caused by the pictures, ring the bell with the soul of every adult who dares at least for a minute to let the forgotten world of childhood inside. This warm touch of all-absorbing happiness, without alarms and fears, wraps you tenderly, reminding of Mother's hands rearranging a blanket in a nursery crib. The world of small things and big impressions, dreams, an unconscious foretaste of new discoveries.

Toys here grow faster than you, and your favourite bath-duckling comes to life. Old Teddy Bear is so big because he is a real friend you can play with, who will not tell anyone your secrets.

The artist paints skillfully delicate sensuality and subtlety of human relations. Her characters look at us from the pictures as if from old photos. There is a feeling that it is they, not we, who are spectators observing attentively everything around, including us who are frequently so boring and predictable. As if declaring from their fine world, "Never shall we grow up!"

Together with the central figures, the subject world has come to life too and is now filled with senses and portraits in the form of royal armchairs and parade stools, solid and conservative cupboards and light-weighted cribs, romantic pushchairs and airy bathinettes. This world can describe the owners even better than some of their portraits, using the rich and replete life of sometimes funny details and really refined trifles.

All these can happen due to the author. In fact, it is only she - the adult person with sensitive perception of the world - who can think out such frank plots in order to reveal our sincere feelings. Her pictures are a gift in the nature of a touching world of primeval happiness. It would be great if this day of childhood would never end. All it takes is to hang
on a wall a watercolour or an oil by Anna Koroleva. And miracles will start taking place in your life again. Through a slightly opened door, they will colourfully and soulfully invite each of us to a good travel towards ourselves, back to the forgotten dreams and the feeling of warmth and immunity in this world.