This is as far as the eye could see….this great land of knowledge is vanishing before our eyes….it is so sad. There will be no more teaching places….no more tribal heritage, culture grounds…….just the ash of the developments of whites. Our stories are drifting away through the winds of tears that come out in my eyes. To see what mining does hurts the heart of the people.
Name: Loreen Samson
Language: Ngarluma
Community: Roebourne
Biography:
My name is Loreen Samson. My language group is Ngarluma. I was born in Roebourne in 1973.
I do art about social justice, about mining and what is around me that hurts me the most. The colours of the land, the trains that go by night and day, the thoughts of our heritage, and the stories of our ancestors.
I paint about the beauty of the land and the markings and body symbols of different tribes and cultures.
I like going out to country, creating artwork from seeing and feeling the land. I paint to express through my artwork so that others can open their eyes to the way I see it.
My artwork is from my heart and the stories that must be told, that’s the way it should be. I try to inspire young people to do art to help them understand and to heal themselves. I want to give them knowledge to understand and respect their land and their culture.
Stepping Stones When the world was soft… when everything began… these are the stepping stones as the ancestors walked across the world… long time ago… before we was born… you know… when the world was Read more…
Munni Munni Hills When I was a little girl I walked around my parents camps where we grew up, they worked the station. I would look after the station owners children at Munni Munni Hills.
Stepping Stones When the world was soft… when everything began… these are the stepping stones as the ancestors walked across the world… long time ago… before we was born… you know… when the world was Read more…