Chantelle Britz Art

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Chantelle Britz Art I’m Chantelle Britz, an abstract artist. Through color and movement on canvass, I create from a place of worship.

Here, abstract art becomes a quiet conversation with God.

A Place at the TableJoh, guys, every now and then, a piece of art becomes something far more personal than I ever imagin...
12/10/2026

A Place at the Table

Joh, guys, every now and then, a piece of art becomes something far more personal than I ever imagined it would be.

This was one of those pieces.

There are moments in my creative journey when I feel His presence so deeply that the process of creating becomes something sacred. A quiet conversation without words, and something within me finds expression through my hands.

When I was finished, when the brushes and paint was put down, and I stepped back, I broke down!!
It was as though the meaning of what I had just created settled in my heart all at once.

I wasn’t simply looking at a painting of the Last Supper. I was looking at a love so extraordinary, so undeserved and so unconditional that it overwhelmed me.

There was a place for each of them.

For the faithful. For the doubtful. For the one who would deny Him, and even for the one who would betray Him.

He knew their hearts. He knew their weaknesses. He knew what the coming hours would bring.
And still, He invited them to sit.

Around that table, love was not reserved for the deserving. Grace was not offered only to those who would remain faithful. Every seat was filled, not because of who they were, but because of who He was.

The realisation that this invitation was never only for those who sat around that table centuries ago. It is an invitation that still stands today. For you. For me. In all our imperfections, our doubts, our failures and our longing to belong.

There is grace in the invitation. There is love in the gathering. And there is always a place at His table.

Twelve StonesDark, layered and unapologetically bold, this work was created to hold space. Its deep charcoal tones, heav...
07/10/2026

Twelve Stones

Dark, layered and unapologetically bold, this work was created to hold space. Its deep charcoal tones, heavy texture and strong geometric structure give it an almost architectural quality — quiet from a distance, yet incredibly expressive up close.

This is not a piece that simply fills a wall. It demands attention. It anchors a room, creating drama and depth without needing colour to make its presence known.

Where the River Rests, in it’s forever home😍.
06/10/2026

Where the River Rests, in it’s forever home😍.

Today was one of those days that quietly leaves its mark — the kind you carry with you long after it has passed.Surround...
19/09/2026

Today was one of those days that quietly leaves its mark — the kind you carry with you long after it has passed.

Surrounded by the lush gardens and beautiful architecture of La Motte W**e , I spent the day learning from my incredibly talented friend, dayna-gay tate — playing with ink on textile, letting colour move, bleed and find its own way.
The day was filled with creating and experimenting, beautiful food, the best coffee, meaningful conversations and so many laughs — the kind of day that fills your creative cup in more ways than one.

There’s something special about being an artist and becoming the student again. Trying a different medium. Letting go of what you know. Allowing your hands to learn a new language.

I came home with a full heart and a reminder that creativity has a beautiful way of finding us when we make space to wander.

The Other SideSometimes our breakthrough is waiting on the other side of obedience, trust, and surrender.They had spent ...
14/09/2026

The Other Side

Sometimes our breakthrough is waiting on the other side of obedience, trust, and surrender.

They had spent the night searching waters that gave them nothing. Then morning came, and Jesus stood on the shore.

“Cast the net on the other side.”

A simple instruction. A choice to trust His voice over their own understanding. And in their obedience, emptiness became abundance.

The Other Side is a reminder that faith does not always ask us to understand. Sometimes it simply asks us to listen, to surrender…and to cast again.

A4 oil on canvas paper

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Where the river rests,the noise disappears.Only stone,water,sun,and time.I painted what I saw,but kept what I felt.     ...
28/08/2026

Where the river rests,
the noise disappears.

Only stone,
water,
sun,
and time.

I painted what I saw,
but kept what I felt.

25/08/2026

Early morning I was sitting and watching how the shadows danced across my curtains.

The leaves outside moved with the breeze, and for a moment the fabric became a canvas — light and shadow painting something that could never quite be repeated.

Shapes appeared, softened, disappeared, and became something new.

It reminded me that art is everywhere, long before we put paint to canvas. Sometimes being an artist is simply about noticing it.

A fleeting little masterpiece, painted by light.

Two years. 🤍My art business turned 2 on Saturday.I didn’t post. I didn’t make a big celebration of it. Instead, it was a...
24/08/2026

Two years. 🤍

My art business turned 2 on Saturday.

I didn’t post. I didn’t make a big celebration of it. Instead, it was a quiet day — one where I found myself reflecting on these past two years and just how incredibly blessed I am.

What started with paint, a canvas and a little bit of courage has become something I could never have fully planned.

There have been beautiful moments, uncertain ones, doors that opened unexpectedly, people who believed in my work, paintings that found homes, and so many lessons along the way.

But above all, there has been God’s goodness.

Looking back, I can see His hand in places where, at the time, I couldn’t see what He was doing. His provision. His timing. His grace. His quiet way of reminding me to keep creating and keep trusting.

So this birthday feels less like a celebration of what I have built, and more like gratitude for what I have been allowed to build.

Two years of creating.
Two years of growing.
Two years of being carried by grace.

God has been so, so good.

Here’s to year three…

PS. I still have a few beautiful pieces, DM for availability.

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