Archive for May, 2010

Arrival in Gunbalanya

May 14th, 2010  |  Published in field research, inspirations  |  5 Comments

To enter Gunbalanya, you must drive through the East Alligator River, and having the caravan in tow was a worry. There had been late rains and the road was closed up until the afternoon we arrived! But it was going up and the overturned car in the water did not look too enticing. So we camped at the border crossing Merl campground enjoying good coffee and French pastries at the store!

The next day, after obtaining permits in Jabiru we hooked up the caravan and nervously drove to the river crossing. We had an audience, but so did the Bininj mob towing a car across before us. We lent them some WD40 and watched as they crossed safely. This morning a man had crossed when it was higher and conked out in the middle! But we have a snorkle and got through no worries. So happy to have made it to Gunbalanya, Anthony Murphy director of Injalak Arts directed us to the old church house where we parked the van and I cleaned the house which had been left in a state, lights on for weeks and full of insects. Frogs and geckos are everywhere to Tepi’s delight and a couple of large predatory whistling kites have a huge nest in the tree beside the caravan, I watched them swooping for bush rats in the very tall yard grass. Hope the snakes aren’t too friendly. From the verandah is a beautiful view of the lagoon and the escarpment. Sunset and sunrise are special, must be careful of the wasp nest though.

Entering Gagudju (Kakadu)

May 14th, 2010  |  Published in field research, inspirations  |  1 Comment

We were approaching my destination now, as we entered this vast National Park we had many animal encounters. Birds of prey and water birds, lizards and snakes, and a large dead Buffalo. Here Bininj speak Gundjeihmi in the central areas, Mungguy speak Jawoyn in the south and in the north, where I was headed, Kunwinjku, the language spoken in Gunbalanya where traditional owner Jacob Nayinggul lives.

dead buffalo in kakadu

dead buffalo in kakadu

Larrakia country, the city of Darwin

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This is my third visit to Darwin, and I seem to experience a different area every time. We stayed at the top of Casuarina coastline and found the sand littered with coral bones. It dawned on me that the porcelain doll in a coral shell my father had found on a beach in Darwin in 1974 when he helped clean up after the cyclone must have been Casuarina! I had retraced his steps by accident as the caravan park turned out to be originally set up for workers after cyclone Tracy. It was very run down but pricey! We visited the exclusive suburb of Nightcliff with spectacular seaside ochre laden cliffs, a feature of Darwin’s Lammeroo Beach too where I swam last visit (to the horror of onlookers). We swam in the shallows at Nightcliff, but most people were still abstaining due to the risk of box jellyfish. I think it would be rare to see a crocodile in this area, but Casuarina looked a little more estaurine. There was chunks of ochre laying on the sand so I collected some of the amazing pigment from both beaches.

We spent a large part of a day captivated in the Darwin Gallery and Museum overlooking the ocean. A beautiful display of barks, fibre work, sculpture and canvases from around the top end, and the best natural history museum I’ve ever seen. There was even a ship museum with Indonesian carved longboats and Melanesian dugout canoes.

We enjoyed the Mindil Beach evening Markets (another beach where swimming is ok in the dry season). The foods on offer were the highlight, but the kids found plenty to want! Lovely diversity of people.

Wagait country, Litchfield National Park

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The waterfalls and swimming holes were luscious amidst rainforest and palm scattered forests. Wangi Falls was still closed for swimming but we swam at Buley rockhole and Florence Falls amongst the large fish. We have all been abstaining from sunscreen and insect repellent when swimming, but unfortunately most of the other visitors were lathered up not thinking of the local wildlife.

Tjuwaliyn (Douglas) Hot Springs

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Wagiman women’s sacred ceremonial place. Young girls learn here, it was amazing. Some pools were so hot to touch there was a dead frog and toad. It bubbled up in green mossy bogs and mingled with the cold water creek where we swam.

Jawoyn Country, Nitmiluk (Katherine Gorge)

May 5th, 2010  |  Published in field research, inspirations  |  Leave a comment

The town has grown since my last visit in 1992, partly due to a RAAF base. Still loved the place, but saltwater crocodiles were still about in the gorge, so we could only swim in the top waterhole above the third gorge. Saw kunwarde bim in red and yellow delek, there was short neck turtle and magpie geese and bat men. Cicada dreaming. Went to the Hot Springs for a swim, happy that local Mungguy families were swimming there too. Met another travelling family at the campsite who had worked in a small community art centre in WA and we heard stories of their time and friendships there near Warburton on Ngaanyatjarra country. Had a swim Leliyn (Edith Falls) top waterholes, beautiful.

Koren (Bitter Springs) in Ngalakan and Yangman country

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Lovely swimming, but hope it won’t become like Mataranka due to too many visitors. Felt like local people are pushed out from their swimming holes by the sheer volume of people coming through to swim in places like this. I come from paradise too, and see what hordes of people can do to special places.

Karlu Karlu, Kaytetye and Warumungu sacred site

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Sunset and star filled sky abruptly spoilt by an inconsiderate fellow camper and his generator. Couldn’t stand camping without the air conditioning. I told him what I thought of him, eventually it was peace and quiet again. Breakfast at Tennant Creek was quick, plentiful and cheap, and from now on, many indigenous men proudly wore full cowboy regalia from the hat to the cuban heels. Skilled cattlemen on their country. Shame about the helicoptors taking away the jobs on horseback, we spotted one rounding a mob up in the early morning light.

karlu karlu at sunset

karlu karlu at sunset

Ochre Pits used for Aranda (Arrente) Ceremony

May 1st, 2010  |  Published in field research, inspirations  |  Leave a comment

After exploring the beautiful clean gorges and waterholes in the ranges, I was so excited to experience the Ochre pits. Steep creek banks of the most beautiful golden yellow, white and burgundy red ochre I’ve ever seen in the one place. I did not remove any as the traditional owners left a sign requesting none be taken. But I was filled with joy at the site of such beautiful pigment and wondered if it was a woodduck dreaming dance being performed by the ochre painted women in Spencer’s photograph provided at the site. I had told Gladys about my woodduck as a child who followed me everywhere and felt quite at home in woodduck dreaming country.

Happy in the ochre pits of the Aranda

Happy in the ochre pits of the Aranda

Wallace Rockhole, finally in Aranda (Arrente) country

May 1st, 2010  |  Published in field research, inspirations  |  Leave a comment

I found a caravan park in a small Aranda community in the spectacular Macdonnell Ranges NP. It is near Hermannsburg, famous due to Namatjira and contemporary pottery. Wallace Rockhole CP and its art centre have been run for over 30 years by Ken and other members of the community such as a cool young Aranda man called Brian who showed us bush medicine plants, rock engravings and ochre. We talked to Brian and Ken about the Intervention, there are no alcohol or pornography signs in every community, as though everyone is an alcoholic or sexual deviant, which is obviously false and extremely shameful for people in the community. The income management creates so many dramas due to the voucher card system, that many people have moved interstate. Met a lady called Gladys who was painting her honey ant dreaming and lots of food plants. I loved her sister’s paintings and bought one, such a talented artist, and she had moved to Victoria to escape the intervention. A beautiful community, my kids did not want to leave. We were the only people in the caravan park.