Early Morning Mist The early morning mist over the water is the smoke from the breakfast fires of the Marrga, the creation spirits. According to Yindjibarndi law, in the beginning the sky was very low. When the creation spirits, Marrga, arose from the ground they raised the sky and the Read more…
Shearing Shed This is Woodbrook Station. You can see the managers house and the shearers house and the kitchen. This is how I remember it before the cyclone came and destroyed the buildings. I paint with my feet on the ground, but I can map out the country as if Read more…
Old Cossack Historical Town Cossack is a historic ghost town at the mouth of the Harding River. It had been home to the traditional owners for tens of thousands of years prior to this. In the 1870s it was a thriving port but by 1910s it was a sleepy ghost Read more…
Yindjibarndi Pool This is a permanent pool up the in Yindjibarndi Country. There is now a mine site on this country.
Walking through the Land Long ago in in the dreamtime our ancestors were walking freely in the country, visiting, hunting and enjoying camping, always looking after the country and to this day we still respect the land sharing stories about the country where sacred sites are and what tribe belongs Read more…
Dry waterholes This painting shows the many waterholes you find in the Pilbara region. Some are well known, others are hidden amongst the hills.
Colours Through The Rocks In Yindjibarndi country there are many different shaped rock formations. It looks like a truck has tipped a huge pile of rocks. At different times of the day, especially in the evening sunset, you will see the beautiful colours changing across the face of the rocks Read more…
Millstream Homestead This is where I grew up. Where my family worked and where I got my first job as a station hand. I have strong childhood memories from here. I use the memories in my mind to paint places as I remember them.
Rangers The rangers in the Pilara glow at certain times of the day. The light hits the face of the rock and the colours shift. My country is full of life. Native plants grow in the tough conditions against the odds. We are strong like these plants.
Purple Mulla Mulla Purple Mulla Mulla grows among the grasses, blending beautifully with the bushes. It grows in carpets around my country. The seeds are carried in the wind and new plants spring up every season.