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Baru Dhawu (Crocodile Story)

Baru (the crocodile man), was from the Gumatj clan. People usually call him Gurdu Gurdu or Baru which means crocodile. He lived his life at a place called Yirrkala. Living near him were other people, and when Baru didn’t have enough to eat he began to kill and eat these other people. After a while others noticed that some people were missing. When Baru went to the toilet, the people could smell this strong smell, so they knew that he ate the other people. Some men went to get help and they took message sticks to the other tribes. Some were sending smoke signals. When they came to Baru’s camp they started to spear him in the left side of his ribs. He dropped into the fire and burnt his left hand and maybe his right hand. He then ran into the bush and yelled to his countrymen – the animals, birds and fish that live on the land and in the sea. He stopped and he named the tribes and clans and also the places until he came to a place called Gamarru/Guyurru. There he took a rest and said to himself “This is where I stop and call this place Gamarru/Guyurru”. Baru, still in pain from the fire, then jumped into the water and turned himself into a crocodile. The fire left scars on his back. Baru paintings belong to Gumatj and Warrawarra and also the Marpi clan. This painting is used at death ceremonies or initiations and it normally is painted on the belly, which means the person the design is painted on is part of Gurdu Gurdu (the crocodile people).

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Yeah the girls

I wanted the colours of this painting to be full of magic and femininity. Circles of women, laughter spilling into the air like music. The table is loaded. There’s bickies and dips, Jatz cake and cream, platters of fruit. Cups full in more ways than one. The goss flows like tea. Big witchy cackles that echo across the land, healing us in ways no doctor ever could. Sharing stories about who “got sick n died”, “remember when?” and “he better look out next time I see him” By nights end, we’re sprawled out on couches, bloated like poisoned pups and our spirits brighter than ever. This piece: is a celebration of us, our women, our mothers, grandmothers, sisters – our strength, our stories, our love. “yeah the girls,” we say, raising our cups of tea in a cheeky toast.

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Yeah the girls

I wanted the colours of this painting to be full of magic and femininity. Circles of women, laughter spilling into the air like music. The table is loaded. There’s bickies and dips, Jatz cake and cream, platters of fruit. Cups full in more ways than one. The goss flows like tea. Big witchy cackles that echo across the land, healing us in ways no doctor ever could. Sharing stories about who “got sick n died”, “remember when?” and “he better look out next time I see him” By nights end, we’re sprawled out on couches, bloated like poisoned pups and our spirits brighter than ever. This piece: is a celebration of us, our women, our mothers, grandmothers, sisters – our strength, our stories, our love. “yeah the girls,” we say, raising our cups of tea in a cheeky toast.

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Yeah the girls

I wanted the colours of this painting to be full of magic and femininity. Circles of women, laughter spilling into the air like music. The table is loaded. There’s bickies and dips, Jatz cake and cream, platters of fruit. Cups full in more ways than one. The goss flows like tea. Big witchy cackles that echo across the land, healing us in ways no doctor ever could. Sharing stories about who “got sick n died”, “remember when?” and “he better look out next time I see him” By nights end, we’re sprawled out on couches, bloated like poisoned pups and our spirits brighter than ever. This piece: is a celebration of us, our women, our mothers, grandmothers, sisters – our strength, our stories, our love. “yeah the girls,” we say, raising our cups of tea in a cheeky toast.

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Ngadhu Yanhagu Nguranggu (I’m going home)

In this work, I’ve painted my story – a journey of returning, of coming home. The big white shape in the middle, that’s the meeting place. That’s me, finally back with my family, with my people. It’s where I belong. The white lines that stretch out from that centre are the biggest things that pushed me to make the decision to come back home – love, longing, pain, growth, all of it. Every line holds a moment, a feeling, a reason. They’re the paths that brought me back to where my spirit feels right. Around the centre are the ripples of my life away from home – all the choices, struggles, and growth that shaped me. I found a lot of joy out there too – made memories I’ll always carry and met friends who’ll always have a piece of my heart. But I’ve also carried trauma. I’ve been through pain that still hurts and always will. Those hard times changed me. This painting is about healing, identity, and learning to live with it all – the good and the bad. Sometimes you have to leave to understand where you belong. I’ve grown a lot in my time away, and now I’m learning to accept the the person I’ve become. I’m still learning, still healing – but now, I’m home

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Ngadhu Yanhagu Nguranggu (I’m going home)

In this work, I’ve painted my story – a journey of returning, of coming home. The big white shape in the middle, that’s the meeting place. That’s me, finally back with my family, with my people. It’s where I belong. The white lines that stretch out from that centre are the biggest things that pushed me to make the decision to come back home – love, longing, pain, growth, all of it. Every line holds a moment, a feeling, a reason. They’re the paths that brought me back to where my spirit feels right. Around the centre are the ripples of my life away from home – all the choices, struggles, and growth that shaped me. I found a lot of joy out there too – made memories I’ll always carry and met friends who’ll always have a piece of my heart. But I’ve also carried trauma. I’ve been through pain that still hurts and always will. Those hard times changed me. This painting is about healing, identity, and learning to live with it all – the good and the bad. Sometimes you have to leave to understand where you belong. I’ve grown a lot in my time away, and now I’m learning to accept the the person I’ve become. I’m still learning, still healing – but now, I’m home

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Ngadhu Yanhagu Nguranggu (I’m going home)

In this work, I’ve painted my story – a journey of returning, of coming home. The big white shape in the middle, that’s the meeting place. That’s me, finally back with my family, with my people. It’s where I belong. The white lines that stretch out from that centre are the biggest things that pushed me to make the decision to come back home – love, longing, pain, growth, all of it. Every line holds a moment, a feeling, a reason. They’re the paths that brought me back to where my spirit feels right. Around the centre are the ripples of my life away from home – all the choices, struggles, and growth that shaped me. I found a lot of joy out there too – made memories I’ll always carry and met friends who’ll always have a piece of my heart. But I’ve also carried trauma. I’ve been through pain that still hurts and always will. Those hard times changed me. This painting is about healing, identity, and learning to live with it all – the good and the bad. Sometimes you have to leave to understand where you belong. I’ve grown a lot in my time away, and now I’m learning to accept the the person I’ve become. I’m still learning, still healing – but now, I’m home

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Ngadhu Yanhagu Nguranggu (I’m going home)

In this work, I’ve painted my story – a journey of returning, of coming home. The big white shape in the middle, that’s the meeting place. That’s me, finally back with my family, with my people. It’s where I belong. The white lines that stretch out from that centre are the biggest things that pushed me to make the decision to come back home – love, longing, pain, growth, all of it. Every line holds a moment, a feeling, a reason. They’re the paths that brought me back to where my spirit feels right. Around the centre are the ripples of my life away from home – all the choices, struggles, and growth that shaped me. I found a lot of joy out there too – made memories I’ll always carry and met friends who’ll always have a piece of my heart. But I’ve also carried trauma. I’ve been through pain that still hurts and always will. Those hard times changed me. This painting is about healing, identity, and learning to live with it all – the good and the bad. Sometimes you have to leave to understand where you belong. I’ve grown a lot in my time away, and now I’m learning to accept the the person I’ve become. I’m still learning, still healing – but now, I’m home