We grew up at Ngkwarlananim. My father’s country. Me and my sisters. Our father grew us up and told us stories for this place. Mummy taught us lady’s stories too. Yerrampe and ilyarnayt. We’ve dug them for a long time. Always. Our daughters and granddaughters are hunting them too now. They know. We can sing that kere. We know how to find them. Looking around for signs. Our old people taught us how to look properly and with open eyes. 

A long time ago at 3 Bores we started the batik. Silk. Batik. I like it. Put them in the water. Put in yellow and another one, maybe green. Use wax. Use the chanting. Hard one. We had to wash them, boil them, put them in the bucket. Not easy. We been working hard for batik. We worked at Ngkwarlananim making them up there too. The first ones. All over there in our country. The whole lot of us together. 

When we finished with silk we started with canvas. All day canvas, canvas, canvas.