Art – Gabrielle Brinsmead

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They are not on my list or in the budget. But on a Friday evening, after a long week during...

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Not one of my copies is a perfect representation. The lilies I paint are not as beautiful as the ones...

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The highlight of each week, for me, is Mass on Saturday. Behind the altar stands a wooden lattice that catches...

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After a dissatisfying weekend of mainly cooking and cleaning, this is what appears on Monday’s canvas. Not perfect, but better...

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I buy three pears from the providore on Whitehorse Road: one each for my daughter and my son, and one...

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I am Australian, as were my ancestors. After being away for twelve years I am back here, my feet grounded...

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My first completed painting in Melbourne is a triumph over adversity. Since we have moved to a tiny townhouse, I...

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Driving into the center of Melbourne, I am dazzled by the clouds, the light, the gardens and the trees. Am...

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The house is in chaos, and so is my mind. After twelve years in Pakistan, we are moving back to...