When I've lost my way from living in an airconditioned space for too long I return to the desert paintings for nourishment.

Eunice Napangardi, Bush Banana, 1996
They centre me.
I lose myself in the brillant, evocative colours of what many people often see as the drab bush of the outback that has no life.

Eunice Napangardi, Bush Banana, 2000
I do not understand the stories embodied in the desert paintings. Nor can I work them out on my own.
I do relate to the country they express. I know that some postmodernists say that we have no roots only ariels that pick up the global media flows. But the desert paintings are my roots for I live on the southern edges of the desert country.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at April 22, 2004 11:59 PM | TrackBackGreat colours, great mood evoked in the dot paintings. Where do you find this art?
Posted by: Jeremiah on April 23, 2004 02:10 AMJeremiah,
A number of galleries are listed on the links page of junk for code under art galleries and musems. One of them is in New York.
I keep on digging around on the internet when I have a moment because I reckon this is pretty good work. It is far more innovative than the early modernists appropriating "primitive" forms.
Posted by: Gary Sauer-Thompson on April 23, 2004 09:27 AM