When I was in Swaziland, my Art teacher, Ms P., took us around art trips in South Africa. These were absolutely extraordinary. She knew everybody, we went from gallery to museum to studio. One of the artists she showed us was Claudette Schreuders. I loved her work, sweet and cruel at the same time. Naive and sad. But I have only realized now how much it struck me. I find myself thinking of her pieces at random moments. Isn´t it weird, the things you remember, and when you remember them?

Let me share her with you.