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April 22, 2004
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.
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Great colours, great mood evoked in the dot paintings. Where do you find this art?