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Clare Celeste Börsch is an American artist based in Berlin. Best known for her colorful collage, her artwork is commissioned by clients around the world including New York Magazine, Land of Nod, and Design Sponge. Like her artwork, her life has been a collage of sorts. She was born in Thailand and raised in Brazil, Italy, and the USA.

Prior to working as a full-time artist, Clare founded and managed an arts gallery in Buenos Aires with fellow artist Celeste Najt. In 2010 she earned her Master’s degree from UCLA and later worked as project and grants manager for the Los Angeles County Arts Commission. She opened her own artist studio in 2014.

From editorial illustrations to commercial commissions, from private portraits to immersive installations, Clare enjoys working in collaboration with clients and creative directors to create memorable and beautiful works.


The Jealous Curator
Create Magazine
Frankie Magazine
Honestly WTF
Brown Paper Bag
+ more


New York Magazine
Design Sponge
Soho Myriad Art Consulting
Land of Nod
Dorian Design Studio
Fulcrum Arts
World of Dot
+ more




From hundreds of impressions, one composition.

Clare Celeste Börsch has been assimilating to different cultures and environments her entire life – having lived in Brazil, the US, Italy, Honduras, Argentina and Germany. Rich with texture and detail, each composition pays tribute to her capacity to transform her archive of experiences into hallucinogenic ecosystems of their own. The lush assemblages of fauna and flora exude a visceral and intimate fragility. They speak to the mutable nature of memories as reconstructions that border on mythologies.


Life As Collage

My mother carries her camera and a stick to scare away the packs of dogs.
Her images, deep red and saffron, fill carousels of slides. A few weeks later, I am born.
Rangoon 1982

The equatorial sun hits the reef’s edge in a spray of light.
A machete is held tight as a boy slips, barefoot, into the fronds of a palm tree.
Recife 1986

The white foam of a city fountain breaks the heat of August.
Washington DC 1992

A hidden pool behind a stone wall.
As the sun sets we slipped off our clothes and into the dark water. The full Tuscan night.
Florence 1994

The unending white concrete of Sao Paulo.
An 8 year old boy holds up a knife, my heart breaks.
Sao Paulo 1998

At the river basin, caked in salt crystals, the ocean swells inland.
Parańa, 1999

Sun-drenched ocean, shimmering highways, wind-whipped heat.
The city is burning again.
Los Angeles 2010

The forest bed is wet and alive. I enter the lake.
Above, the hum of insects and the voice of my child. Below, the green silence.
Berlin 2016