Notes From the Inside
Studio Sessions: 1 January 2025 - 31 May 2025
A living Art journal by Lebo Matchaba
This space is personal, you know, part studio diary, part energy field :)
It’s where I unpack the feelings behind the brushstrokes, the invisible conversations I have while creating, and the soft chaos that lives inside each piece. Here, I’m not trying to explain the work , I’m just letting it speak. Sometimes the paint knows more than I do - well always.
This current collection feels like a release. A quiet exhale. A creative purge.
I didn’t know where it was going, and maybe that’s the point.
Sometimes, creating isn’t about control or clarity.
It’s about answering instinct.
It’s about letting the work live in this world, like we do - without needing to justify itself.
I think that’s the real honour of being an artist:
To be chosen by an idea,
to be brave enough to hold it,
and then even braver to let it go.
There’s a line I hold close to my heart: “You are not creating the message — you are allowing it to be delivered.”
That’s what this feels like.
These sessions are me giving life to those messages, loud or quiet, messy or magical, and letting them exist freely, without expectation. I don’t know what this collection will become. Maybe it’s the beginning of something new. Maybe it’s just here to be.
And that’s enough :)
If you’re reading this, I hope it nudges you closer to your own instincts.
To your own unblocked truths.
To the courage of letting something live, just because it asked to.
Thank you for being here.
Welcome inside.
Love,
Lebz
A note from inside the work
‘‘Ladder To Nowhere’’
This piece arrived like a question I couldn’t shake.
A ladder, suspended in a dream-sky , not leading up, but down.
Endlessly. Quietly. Boldly.
It doesn’t offer an ending. It doesn’t offer a promise.
it just exists. Waiting for you to decide if you’ll climb.
I called it “Ladder to Nowhere” but maybe that’s the point, that there is no “where.”
We keep looking for the final place: the answer, the destination, the proof it was worth it.
But what if the journey itself is the magic? What if the act of choosing, of moving, of climbing, is the arrival?
This painting is about chance.
About listening to the part of you that whispers,
“Just go.”
Even if it makes no sense. Even if there’s no map. Even if you can’t tell up from down.
It’s a visual metaphor for the moment right before we leap, that dizzy space between knowing and not knowing, where the soul stretches out a hand and asks:
“Do you trust me?”
And what’s wild is… we’re already in it.
This whole thing, this life, this art, this cosmic game, we’re playing it in real time.
We’re making the next step by taking it.
The ladder is infinite.
It doesn’t promise newness, because nothing is truly new.
But every step is a choice. A remembering.
A quiet rebellion against staying still.
So just climb.
With your eyes closed, heart open, feet dangling somewhere between fear and freedom.
You don’t need to know where it leads.
You’re already in motion.
You’re already in.