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 Read more…
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 Read more…
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 Read more…
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 Read more…
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 Read more…
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 Read more…
