When Justine Kong Sing stepped off a steamship into Edwardian London, the Nundle-born daughter of a Chinese merchant could tell she was a long way from Australia: amid the “roar and rush” of the city, no one seemed to notice her.
“In the colonies, where foreigners are treated differently, an Oriental suffers keenly the mortification of being stared at, and often assaulted, because of his color!” she wrote.
But the 43-year-old soon attracted a different kind of attention, studying at the Westminster School of Art and exhibiting at London’s Royal Academy and the Paris Salon. Her speciality was watercolour-on-ivory miniature portraits, painting “London Society beauties” and a Chinese minister’s wife.
But one pocket-sized piece, Me, painted in 1912 has Kong Sing herself staring quizzically at the viewer, eyebrow arched and…
