Wangaba Roebourne Art Group
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Crumbling Building Roebourne Focused shot on the crumbling remains of a busiling on Roe Street in Roebourne. This print is the first of a limited edition of 5.
Crumbling Building Roebourne Focused shot on the crumbling remains of a busiling on Roe Street in Roebourne. This print is the first of a limited edition of 5.
After the Big Wet Here in the Pilbara after the big wet the colours that come to life in and around Ngarluma Country is simply stunning. The blooming of the wild flowers, the green of the grass, even the red dirt takes on a different look, and that is what Read more…
Beautiful Land of Ngarluma The beautiful lands of Ngarluma Country.
Pilbara Tidal Pools The colours and detail of this abstract piece remind me of the tidal pools found in the Pilbara. The sands, ocean, red dirt, everything can be found. Such a beautiful place to see.
Beautiful Lands of Ngafrluma The beautiful lands of Ngarluma Country.
Mining Lands 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 Read more…
bush foods People think Ngarluma country is just red rock, but out on country there are a lot of plants , especially in the wet season. A lot of the plants have seeds and fruits that you can eat, and you can eat some of the plants too. They’re different Read more…
bundut Bundut our sacred ceremony – The Bundut is a dancing and meeting place at the law ground. The people sit on the ground there and they sing songs. The ladies dance around behind the men when they’re singing the song. The Bundut is a special place for teaching and learning. Read more…
Fish net trap Many years ago our people would make manmade fish nets they would get weeds and dead log full it up with weeds leaves so the fish would get trap in side …
Stolen Generation #1 This piece represents my vague recollections and the traumatic path to my adulthood, and only finding out in my later adult years that I was part of the stolen generation.