Tag Archives: Grand Designs

“Blessed are the cheese makers” – Monty Python

Another year and another Archibald Prize, wow! Unlike last year’s masterful and painterly depiction of Australian icon Barry Humphries (aka our beloved Dame Edna) by Louise Hearman, this year’s winner, Mitch Cairns, with his modernist portrait of artist Agatha Gothe-Snape has sparked nothing but controversy and chaos.     Former trustee of the Art Gallery of NSW and 2005 Archibald… Read more »

“His bed was in the quarter which was once called the Ward for the Criminally Insane …”

  Another excerpt from THE RED DOOR in which we visit the notorious Kirkbride Block at Callan Park Hospital for the Insane.   The insane asylum, located in the grounds of Callan Park, an area on the shores of Iron Cove in the Sydney suburb of Lilyfield in Australia, was used for the housing and treatment of patients from 1878 until 1994. Famous… Read more »

“He’s watching me.”

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Flashing back to 2012, on the day I first walked past that mansion in Glebe, one of the oldest suburbs in Sydney. The magnificent old building riveted and mesmerised me. It was fronted by a brightly painted door, a glossy façade, and I began imagining what the door might mask, what it could have concealed over the last 150 years: nasty, shameful secrets, possibly… Read more »

“ENTER PROPERTY AT OWN RISK”

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Hallå! It’s been a massive month here at Atelier Fedele – between wrangling the naughty nautical and the budding Blanchett (exciting news there, but our lips are zipped for now!), I decided to: Plunge further into my current work-in-progress, here’s a sneak peek:     Launch into a complete read-through and re-edit of the manuscript for book two (exhausting!)  … Read more »

“She’d never been able to look at sparrows without a faint sickness in her stomach, but she’d long forgotten why. Until now.”

Ciao art- and book-lovers! It’s been a long while between portraits, mainly because it’s a total hoot writing and illustrating books. And painting vintage cars, of course  But earlier this year I discovered a remarkable young person who inspired me to lift my portraitist’s brush once again. I won’t tell you her name just yet, but here’s a sneak peek… Read more »

“A dirty book is rarely dusty” – Anon.

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This month, in my last post for 2016, I’m going a bit fangirl over this artist: CINDY LANE. Now, I’m not going to repeat what you’ll find in Cindy’s bio: about her studio in Perth, right beside the Indian Ocean, and her stunning portrayals of beaches and oceans and every living thing. I’m not going to rave about the incredible… Read more »

“Ratty’s banter and tomfoolery charmed and disarmed the unwary, drawing his victims in.”

Hello lovelies, A few international artists (204 to be precise) joined forces (like superheroes!) and created something really small in support of something REALLY BIG! I’m so privileged to be part of “A Small World” International Art Show for Cancer Research – these are postcard sized paintings 10cm x 15cm (or 4″ x 6″ for you Imperials) – and this is your chance to… Read more »

“It was the Irish accent which stopped my breath.”

Hi all! Can you believe it’s been a year since the release of The Red Door? As Annie would have said: ‘Bollocks!’ and as Claudia would have said: ‘Durr!’ I know I’ve thanked everyone via Facebook and Instagram, but I’m going to do it again. THANK YOU to every single person who came to the launch, bought an ebook (or… Read more »

That stuff I’m writing? They’re calling it Urban Noir.

  That stuff I’m writing? They’re calling it Urban Noir. Who knew? But that’s what the wise ones from Hachette Australia told me … and I suppose they oughta know! Urban noir in urban Sydney. Here’s a bit more: “Every day, Gordana found new ways to avoid her husband. She didn’t think she could stand any more of his whinging about… Read more »

Gargoyles, and other fluffy things

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In which everyone gets excited about gargoyles and Flemish tapestries … “Gordana replaced the handset gently into the cradle. ‘Don’t bother staying up,’ Richard had said to her, ‘I’ll be working late. You’re not upset, are you?’ She wasn’t upset.  In fact, she didn’t mind one bit. Let him bury himself in his tiresome paperwork: fat dossiers of documents bound in red ribbon,… Read more »