Richard Jungala King

As a child I would often travel with my father and uncles. They would point out significant sites and places that they had visited. Many of these special places are varied and range from the deserts of central Australia across the Barkley tablelands to the Billabong country of the top end. These paintings represent Wirly Wirly wind that sometimes caused havic in the many special places they my family have camped, hunted and lived when I was a child. The Wirly Wirly Deep in our big red desert Underneath the southern skies Where the sun heats relentless and the thermals swirl and fly. Its waiting for the weather Its dancing for the rain It herald the new season that washes summer strain The wirly is warrling The walk about time is here The tribe is moving higher As high water is climing near. The wirlys are our ancestors with news of whats to come and tell us to prepare ourselves For when the rivers run.