Bloom in the Black

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In light of the fires that overtook a big portion of land in Cape Town recently, I found this new range I have been working on for an upcoming exhibition to be a sooted expression of the ashen scene.

All of us have a story to tell of a shadowed valley we have walk through or find ourselves in currently. It seems as unavoidable as the moon rising. Darkness falls, if not in our lives, then in our hearts. I have been challenged with my view of this, how I choose to look at the terrain, as if patiently grown by Him towards seeing the beauty after dark.

When you lose or almost lose someone you love, it seems a bitter sweet simplicity slowly sets in. And we find ourselves faced with the precious fragility of life. How exquisite do the delicate details not become when their brevity beckons our gaze? In our rush for the life we dream of, we are stopped if only for that while, to see the lives we hold. Amidst the imperfections and the personal struggles of our own and those we keep close, loss as a thorned reminder helps us to see the beauty and to love the not.

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Dusty boots ‘n all

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Ok so here we go. Engine’s fired up, open road’s ready. Gosh, am I?

I studied Psychology. Yep, not art. I remember as a little girl dreaming of an Italy I’ve never seen, and sitting by its cobbled stone streets I have yet to walk on, and be perched with sketch pad and pencil in hand, drawing. I remember as a kid, my counter thought was that I first have to make money. What will I live on, silly girl. Surely I cant think there’s a fridge like the one in mom’s kitchen that just magically produces new content parked somewhere there by the side of a street, ready to feed a dreamer. Cool idea though (pun intended) Read More

Hello Ladies & Gentlemen

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Hello Ladies & Gentlemen, and welcome to Claude.

There are still some seats open in front here and trust you have your choice of beverage ready in-hand before we start the show in a few minutes.

Ok, just kidding around! I have been an MC before, and the introduction to what is ultimately going to be stories told through art seemed all too tempting not to place me on stage (figuratively) with red lips and blinding lights.

My name is Claudia Liebenberg. I am the artist behind the pictures and the pen behind the stories that are to follow. But saying it all originates from me, would be horribly short-sighted and not honouring from whom and where I come from. Come climb up this tree with me for a brief retelling of the giants that were and are still.

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