Later,
in Brisbane, an afternoon off before a one-day workshop at the State Library
tomorrow.
I
wandered along South Bank, the “cultural precinct” and visited the Gallery of
Modern Art, Indigenous collection. Somehow more moving than my usual trips to
gallery – why? Felt so humbled and sort of … connected…. Seeing names of
languages, places and people I have known/worked with/been to.
Gija-Warmun-Galpu-Gumatj-Amata-Pipalyatjarra-Palawa-Ngarrindjeri-Gunjinku… Like a mantra of defiance, belonging,
history. Not to mention stunning
weavings and paintings and string things..
What
will happen to this art, so grounded in place, in Country, if the government
succeeds in driving people off their land? Where
will it go, what will it look like, what stories will it tell?
Why
is it all making me so sad this week?
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