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Wakkerstroom Klassieke Musiekfees 2025

20 - 23 Maart 2025


“God sprei die hemel uit oor die leë ruimte, 
Hy laat die aarde hang waar niks is nie. 
Hy versamel die water in die wolke, en hulle skeur nie onder die las nie. 
Hy plaas die horison op die see, 
'n grens tussen lig en donker. 
Dit is maar die begin van sy dade, 
ons hoor net die gefluister van sy woorde. 
Maar die volle krag van sy dade, wie kan dit verstaan?”

‭‭Job ‭26‬:‭7‬-‭8‬, ‭10‬, ‭14‬ ‭AFR83‬‬                          


Dit is weer daardie tyd van die jaar! Herfs is oral sigbaar en voelbaar en daar is die geur van kreatiwiteit en voorbereidings in die lug wanneer jy ons klein dorpie binnekom.

Hierdie naweek bied ons ons jaarlikse Wakkerstroom Klassieke Musiekfees aan. Wonderlike, talentvolle musikante van oral, tegniese spanne en die mense wat hulle optredes sal bywoon, stroom na Wakkerstroom.

Musiek is nie die enigste item op die spyskaart nie. Visuele kuns deur plaaslike en ander kunstenaars word ook in Brown's, die pragtig gerestoureerde ou handelshuis, en een van die pragtige lokale wat vir die musikale optredes gebruik word, uitgestal.

Dit is die eerste keer dat ons die twee kunsvorme so onder een dak saambring. 'n Eksperiment, maar ons is opgewonde daaroor. Uit vorige ervarings, waar ons ons pottebakkery in plekke apart van dié wat vir musikale optredes gebruik is, uitgestal het, weet ons dat mense wat klassieke musiek en jazz waardeer, ook 'n skerp oog vir die visuele kunste het.

Ons (Matilda en George) was die afgelope paar weke baie besig, betrokke by die beplanning en reëling van die geleentheid, maar ook besig om self kunswerke te skep.

Hopelik sal ons van julle hierdie naweek in Wakkerstroom raakloop. Vir die ander wat ons nie wil uitsluit nie, 'n klein toer van wat aangebied word.


In die aanloop tot die naweek. Ons is baie dankbaar vir almal wat gehelp het!



Kunswerke gehang en gerangskik, mooi musiek.



Die afsluiting van die eerste gala-aand.



Met ons liefde.


George & Matilda



 

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