I am the Land, the Land is Me
For those who were born and raised on country, the connection is unbreakable. It forms our identity and who we are.
Awakening…as the sun starts rising at first light, the water slowly trickles down the creek bed, birds start chirping and the bush stirs and the brolgas shake their heads. Waking up, looking at the morning sky to the early sun drinking in its energy, paying respect to Mother Nature, a new day in all its glory.
My biyins (hands) representing how close I hold my land and culture, my connection to land, and is a way of leaving my mark. The scar trees in the biyins for me representing the past while also being a very significant part of my culture in many ways. The first manu (camp) is surrounded with many family and we sit around a big bitja (fire). The second only has a few and third is in the batparrik (future), tomorrow is unknown. Presently I’m living away from country and now only see a few and for the future, who knows? The lines representing my life’s journey.