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Land of Oz - these pics were originally in Sacred Spaces. All the Earth was sacred to the people of the Dreamtime. The gallery is under construction and, as you can see, i am adding to it as i paint.

Please comment in my galleries. You don't have to say nice things. Live in the now and say what you feel. i can then determine how you want your special place to be incorporated into a painting. i can't paint this www artwork without you. i have started it and now i can't stop so i could do with your help. Where do you live? What beautiful words do you know? Does the art of the photograph move you? Are you passionate about something? i'll do my best to answer you frankly with my techno-art reply. At the end of the day, we aren't harming anyone, merely expressing our emotions.

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inanga > Endangered Species

detail from 'Desert People' in Endangered Species series (includes 'Whitebait's Partial Autobiography'

HOPE

I hope I never
Have to cry again
To plead to the rain
To fall as tears
Upon my red earth
Upon my blessed Mother.

I hope I never 
Beg the Sun
To ripen our corn
For our commitment
Surely, to each other
Had been sealed
Long ago.
In a time before
Our ancestors were born.

I hope I never
have to call
To the Great Eagle
Our protector
For new fortune
When all before
Has fallen
Crashed and broken
In shattered dreams.

I hope I never
Have to capture
An emerald butterfly
In a net of lies -
Force it to show me
The magick of silence
To call me back
To a state of ecstasy.

I hope I never
Have to wish the stars
Fall from the heavens
A thunderous blooming
Of myriad flower petals
Cascading
Through the cosmos
Faster-than-light
Paining perfect mandalas.

I hope i never
See the death of our Mother
Our wondrous earth
The filament of magick
That binds us
To the All.

I hope beyond redemption
That Man forget time
Has stolen their imagination
A prison now binds them
And separates them
From the very fabric
Of the universal order
From the secret pathway
To eternity
Each can find
In themselves.

inanga          

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inanga > Weddin Range, New South Wales

On a flat and mostly featureless plain this range is quite distinctive. When I last saw it , it was surrounded by Paterson's Curse, a noxious weed. i was reminded of the Murri Aboriginal people and i thought of the initiations that must have taken place in the caves there. later it was notorious as the hide out of the Bushranger Ben Hall. For Americans, a bushranger is the equivalent of your gunslinger.

In the foreground are ngama holes. These are waterholes in the landscape and in the Dreamtime all were sacred, being stopping places on the journey of the Rainbow Serpent. This is a simple piece with an interesting story. Most Australians don't even know this place exists. A little like Carhenge in western Nebraska - the Autohenge.

I am raving, so enough.

gouache, glitter and acrylic on art board 2007

320mm x 320mm

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inanga > View from the Olgas, Central Australia detail

acrylic on board 2009

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Kaitiaki: Gwyn
inanga > This That is-is What i Am (Coming into Broken Hill at Night)

THE HIGHER LAW

There are three indications of real generosity:

- to remain steadfast without resisting,

- to praise without the emotion of generosity,

- and to give before being asked.

Maaruf Karkhi
inanga > Checkpoint 111

detail from 'Checkpoint 111, Ross River' - scene of Australian Rogaining Championships 2008)

Ngakaitiaki of original: Mark and Simon (my rogaining mate), DTBP, Wellington, Aotearoa
inanga > Ant's nest near UFO Town , NT, Australia
inanga > Reflections, Lake Eyre Region, Central Australia (detail)

This is a detail from another of my pictures, played with in Picasa 3.

I thought it an appropriate spot for this poem about cricket, since i was recently reflecting on the recent win by the Poms (English) of the 2009 Ashes. On the day Glenn McGrath ate meat they weren't so lucky.

THE ASHES

You are what you eat;
and this morning -
Glenn McGrath ate meat
And took a magnificent
5 for 2
His 504th wicket
A milestone
Few ever make in cricket.

Only the chosen few
Succeed in such deeds.

The Pommie batsmen
Later that day and -
to their dismay
Had eaten like herbivores.

After two splendid
Sessions of pristine bowling
The Poms doffed their caps -
And then proceeded 
To eat humble pie

The Ozzies were all out
For a hundred and ninety
And stared a new Gallipoli
In the face
And soon the lords of lords
Applauded
Quintessential magic
Of more records broken
On grey 
And murky days
On cricket’s famous battlefield:

Another tailender
Grimaced
As the new ball struck him low
In a place so tender
With a second innings lead
Of four hundred
And nineteen runs
The statisticians told us
There were a few
In the team
That battled well together
Especially when it was sunny
No hope for the tailenders though
Usual bunch of bunnies.

The umpires were together
There were real
Close decisions
That took nerves of steel
In nanosecond thinking.

Two dollies went down
Two absolute sitters!
And the Poms
Only had themselves
To blame
For catches
Win matches
But even the commentators
Dropped catches that day
And old captains
Sitting apart from
The Regular Members
Talked of past matches
And several dropped catches
Talking of glory days
Before the Shane Warne flipper
Mesmerized the batsmen
And turned them into sinners.

When Glenn came into bat
He wasn’t given a chance
But a run from his first ball
A clever little glance
Sent fear shivering
Through the outfield
And then a splendid four
No cover for McGrath

The crowd of old convicts raved
Swung their arms  
From side to side
And gave a Mexican wave
With pride
Treasure hunters on their side!
 
For a bowler not renowned
For his skill with the bat
The statement was emphatic -
'That was that'.

The Ozzies innings was over
A fiery comeback
By the tailenders
Fear reverberated around Lords
And frightened the Members
Into their inner sanctuary
Of photographs
A century-old collection of balls
Signed cricket bats
And baggy green caps.

They settled down
To port and rare steak
And admitted defeat
On the day
Glenn McGrath ate meat...

One of the eldest quipped
‘You are what you eat.’

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inanga > Sun Over Alice Springs

oil and acrylic on cardboard 2008

FOR SALE POA
inanga > Checkpoint 111

This was painted on a plasticized paper map. In August 2007 I was at the Australasian Rogaining Championship. C’mon, I wasn’t there with a hope of winning anything as I was 52, with an equally unfit companion, and there for one thing, and one thing only.

Rogaining, as much of a chore as I thought it at times, was fascinating. I knew for the briefest instances exactly where I stood in the world at that time. I understood that where I looked at the map at the same time that I clicked the Checkpoint marker was exactly where I stood. For the most memorable of the magnificent Australian desert sunsets I stood and looked out upon the world from Checkpoint 111.

So you are lost at this point, without the compass of understanding. Rogaining is a fast-growing sport wherein the participants negotiate a course in an attempt to amass as many points for finding checkpoints within a given time period. Essentially it is orienteering with a twist.

My first ever 24-hour rogaine, one of the first ever conducted on earth prime was held just outside of Melbourne. I ran the course with a guy named Alan and we were beaten overall by a Michael and a Kathy. The young Kathy was the best woman mountain runner in Australia at that time, and soon after she went to the Olympic Games and won two gold medals for cycling.

We ran through scrub and bush for twenty-four hours, from 12 noon Saturday until 12 noon Sunday without a moments’ rest, in search of elusive checkpoints. I ran another 24-hour with Alan before we competed in the Wildtrek Winter Classic at Mt Hotham and Omeo. I should mention that half of a rogaine takes place in darkness in some of the most difficult terrain, necessitating the use of torches and headlamps so that you can read the map that gives you the clues as to where to find ‘exactly where you are at that moment in time’. Yes, you can get horribly lost, badly injured and otherwise geographically embarrassed.

My next twenty-four hour was many years later in New Zealand in Marlborough. I ran with Simon Behind the Scenes. It was a tough course but when we climbed to the summit of a 'jump-up' we knew for a brief moment, sometime after midnight and just before I cracked a shin, exactly where we were. In 2007 we were found, after a 26-hour drive from Cairns to Alice Springs to Ross River, Northern Territory, at another 24-hour rogaine. We had visited Mr Sheep in Cairns and that was always a bonus.

At about 4 pm Saturday we left a checkpoint for Checkpoint 111 at the top of one of the bony Central Australian ridges. After a long scramble up a gully we emerged at the top, Checkpoint 111, in time to have a quick bite before sunset. At that moment, when the desert turns from red to blue in an endless horizon we knew why we were there.

The desert sculpts itself when it is painted!

Acrylic, oil, gouache, painted on Rogaining map from Australasian Championships, Ross River, Australia, 2007
Endangered Species

detail from 'Desert People' in Endangered Species series (includes 'Whitebait's Partial Autobiography'

HOPE

I hope I never
Have to cry again
To plead to the rain
To fall as tears
Upon my red earth
Upon my blessed Mother.

I hope I never
Beg the Sun
To ripen our corn
For our commitment
Surely, to each other
Had been sealed
Long ago.
In a time before
Our ancestors were born.

I hope I never
have to call
To the Great Eagle
Our protector
For new fortune
When all before
Has fallen
Crashed and broken
In shattered dreams.

I hope I never
Have to capture
An emerald butterfly
In a net of lies -
Force it to show me
The magick of silence
To call me back
To a state of ecstasy.

I hope I never
Have to wish the stars
Fall from the heavens
A thunderous blooming
Of myriad flower petals
Cascading
Through the cosmos
Faster-than-light
Paining perfect mandalas.

I hope i never
See the death of our Mother
Our wondrous earth
The filament of magick
That binds us
To the All.

I hope beyond redemption
That Man forget time
Has stolen their imagination
A prison now binds them
And separates them
From the very fabric
Of the universal order
From the secret pathway
To eternity
Each can find
In themselves.

inanga

inanga
 > Endangered Species

detail from 'Desert People' in Endangered Species series (includes 'Whitebait's Partial Autobiography'

HOPE

I hope I never
Have to cry again
To plead to the rain
To fall as tears
Upon my red earth
Upon my blessed Mother.

I hope I never 
Beg the Sun
To ripen our corn
For our commitment
Surely, to each other
Had been sealed
Long ago.
In a time before
Our ancestors were born.

I hope I never
have to call
To the Great Eagle
Our protector
For new fortune
When all before
Has fallen
Crashed and broken
In shattered dreams.

I hope I never
Have to capture
An emerald butterfly
In a net of lies -
Force it to show me
The magick of silence
To call me back
To a state of ecstasy.

I hope I never
Have to wish the stars
Fall from the heavens
A thunderous blooming
Of myriad flower petals
Cascading
Through the cosmos
Faster-than-light
Paining perfect mandalas.

I hope i never
See the death of our Mother
Our wondrous earth
The filament of magick
That binds us
To the All.

I hope beyond redemption
That Man forget time
Has stolen their imagination
A prison now binds them
And separates them
From the very fabric
Of the universal order
From the secret pathway
To eternity
Each can find
In themselves.

inanga          

inanga
Endangered Species

detail from 'Desert People' in Endangered Species series (includes 'Whitebait's Partial Autobiography'

HOPE

I hope I never
Have to cry again
To plead to the rain
To fall as tears
Upon my red earth
Upon my blessed Mother.

I hope I never
Beg the Sun
To ripen our corn
For our commitment
Surely, to each other
Had been sealed
Long ago.
In a time before
Our ancestors were born.

I hope I never
have to call
To the Great Eagle
Our protector
For new fortune
When all before
Has fallen
Crashed and broken
In shattered dreams.

I hope I never
Have to capture
An emerald butterfly
In a net of lies -
Force it to show me
The magick of silence
To call me back
To a state of ecstasy.

I hope I never
Have to wish the stars
Fall from the heavens
A thunderous blooming
Of myriad flower petals
Cascading
Through the cosmos
Faster-than-light
Paining perfect mandalas.

I hope i never
See the death of our Mother
Our wondrous earth
The filament of magick
That binds us
To the All.

I hope beyond redemption
That Man forget time
Has stolen their imagination
A prison now binds them
And separates them
From the very fabric
Of the universal order
From the secret pathway
To eternity
Each can find
In themselves.

inanga

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