Sturt Pea
The Sturt Pea has a vibrant red flower.It has a succulent sweet juice that can be eaten. This is my interpretation of this flower which blooms all over my country.
Pilbara is the country where we the Yindjibarndi people live and share many of our cultural stories and history that have been passed onto us by our ancestors of how they used to walk through the flat country we call the (Table Lands) visiting family members at nearby stations. Our country has so much to offer. Bush foods and medicine as well as animals like emu, kangaroo, and goanna. When the rains come our rivers are full and we all love to go out and spend the day fishing. We are also close to the ocean, so we often go fishing there as well. During the holidays many of our families go bush to enjoy what the country offers. Our country is full of riches, and we are connected to our land.
In our country we have many hills of all different shapes and sizes. When driving through country at different times the colours change and some of the hills look like velvet in the evening and morning light. I love watching the country change. With the seasons the colours shift. My country is full of riches in all seasons.
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 world out of the ocean. This creation story is called Ngurru Nyujunnggama, ‘When the World was Soft’. The Marrga gave names and form to the country and then to all the birds and animals. Finally they created the Ngaardangarli, the Aboriginal people.
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 I was flying over. I have painted this from my memory. Instead of painting with dots and marks like traditional aboriginal paintings I like to paint things figuratively so everyone can understand.
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 town. Today there are a few buildings left which have withstood the powerful cyclones of the Pilbara region