Thursday, April 30, 2020
Sunday, March 29, 2020
Saturday, February 29, 2020
Why is your Mum making a boat?
Sometimes we don’t realise we are grieving. I wake up, I pack the lunches, I send them off to school, I go to work, I make pie, I sleep….I make pie, we sleep, we weave.
I make pie, the way my mum taught me and it is almost as good as talking to her. It is the same with weaving.
In the late desert afternoon, the minyma pampa call, kungka, can you finish my tjanpi? My mara are sore. We work side-by-side. We tell each other stories without speaking the words.
This is my story, my grandmothers and my great grandmothers. It is a gift from my uncles and aunties. It is the memories and unspoken folklore of family strength and melancholia.
Thursday, December 5, 2019
Wednesday, October 23, 2019
When the desert comes to town, there's magic in the air.
It has been a marvellous week with our precious desert friends - we learnt weaving, ngarrindjeri way; were all ears for the Iwiri Choir; we danced in the sand to Baker Boy, baked cake, gallery hopped, breathed in Tarnanthi, ate icecream, dumplings, then more icecream... and bought all the op-shops in all of Adelaide, out of everything.