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Aboriginal art, Balnhdhurr, Bega Regional Gallery, Marian Webb, Plethora of postcards, printmaking, Spiral Gallery, textile art
Marian Webb
Our local libraries host regular mini-exhibitions of the work of local artists, eight pieces displayed on easels made by the men at the local Men’s Shed. Part of the deal is that the artists give a floor talk.
I don’t go out after dark often: our roads are patrolled by emus, kangaroos, cows, deer, and occasionally a man in dark clothes walking the white line on the wrong side of the road. I have no desire to hit any of them. But a quick look at Marian Webb’s work tempted me to brave the obstacles.
I wasn’t disappointed. She was an ebullient woman, hugely enthusiastic about her work which she creates using many techniques: batik, felting, hand-stitching, stamping, spinning, weaving. She creates dyes from the leaves of the swamp mahogany in her backyard, and from bark, onion skins, avocado seed and skin, and anything else that catches her fancy. Sometimes she and a friend make notes as they dye, so they can reproduce the colour, but she also enjoys the sheer serendipity of just letting it happen. She makes baskets and paper with native grasses: small rounds of handmade paper were bound into a miniature book. She collects driftwood and feathers for what could be called totem sticks; she shapes pottery. Once from the prunings of a tree she made a Madonna bustier. Her real pleasure is the third dimension.
Her house is called “Cobwebs” (“Cobwebbs”?) and her kitchen table is always overflowing with projects and materials, pushed aside if you pop in for a cup of tea. When she was weaving at a campsite near Darwin, a group of Aboriginal women came to see what she was doing and they spent the day swapping knowhow and materials – pandanus and wool.
She has thirty notebooks of ideas, but her inspiration usually begins with “What if I …?” She’s not eager to keep what she makes: the process is what matters, and it’s her form of meditation. A photographer was so taken with her work that he documents it with stunning images on archival paper, and insists she summon him before she frames anything new.
I drove home (safely) through darkness illuminated by an apricot lightning show out to sea.
Plethora of postcards
Each year the Spiral Gallery, an artists’ cooperative in Bega, has an exhibition open to anyone as long as their artwork is no bigger than a postcard. It attracts children, young people, artists with a disability, timid artists testing their wings, and established artists who have already had solo exhibitions. The artworks include ceramics, felting, stitching, collage, intricately folded booklets, as well as more traditional paper and paint. I spend a pleasant half hour prowling the exhibition and trying to capture its variety.
Phoebe Marley “Carried away”: Gabrielle Power “Wild life”: Diana Winter “Funnel web”: Veronica O’Leary “Australian icon 1”: Roz Bannon “Blinman”: Keith Coleman “Puffer fish”: Karyn Thompson “Scribbly gum trunk #1”: Jeffery Young “Mare and foal in Bega”: Vivienne Bowe-Wood “Wagonga mangroves”
Balnhdhurr: a lasting impression
Bega Regional Gallery is hosting an amazing exhibition of prints made in the print-space dedicated to preserving Yolngu culture in Yirrkala, a remote Aboriginal community in Arnhem Land. It’s one of the most thoroughly curated exhibitions I’ve ever seen. The website provides background on the studio and its history: a video is hosted by three young printmakers who tell stories, show country and speak in language; and audio commentary on six prints gives an analysis in whitefella mode, and meaning from the culture of the artists. The prospectus gives yet more information. Then there’s a phone app with biographies of the 50 artists, including their clan and moiety; and more about the artworks, including an artist’s statement and the cultural story.
For once I did my homework, and went to see the prints with some knowledge behind me. The meticulous commentary continued on information panels in the gallery, backgrounding technique (Japanese woodblock; collograph; lithograph; etching; linocut; photographic linocut; reduction linocut) and different projects including ones involving the Seven Sisters; and the Midawarr suite.

Artists at work in the print room
It was hard to choose from multitudes of images. My groupings are arbitrary, by technique or palette, and although cropping seemed a crime, I did it so I could showcase more prints.
“Wakun” (sea mullet): etching / “Bathi Malany” (dilly bags): screenprint / Seven sisters: lithograph
Nyapanyapa Yunupinu “Bayini” (mythical non-Aboriginal woman): etching / Nyapanyapa Yunupinu “Bukmak Mulmu” (all grass): etching / Gulumbu Yunupingu dec “Gan’yu” (star): etching / Nyapanyapa Yunupinu “Seven sisters”: lithograph
Barrupu Yunupingu dec “Djirikitj” (quail): Japanese woodblock / Ruby Djikarra Alderton “Yathiny” (jelly-like marine organism): photographic etching
A collection of self-portraits, created using digital photography, photocopying and chine-collé linocut printing, particularly caught my eye. They showed so much of the self-perception of the artists, so vibrant and positive, especially considering that they were done in workshops for that thing called “disengaged youth”. The size of the group grew from week to week, and 35 young artists produced “exceptional pieces” using a process not seen at Yirrkala before.
The printed string images paid tribute to a cultural practice documented by anthropologists who collected 192 string figures in the 1940s, the largest collection in the world of figures from one community at one time. They are a sophisticated form of what I called in my childhood cats cradles: you can watch contemporary Aboriginal women making them here.
Mulkun Wirrpanda “Biyay” (goanna): soft-ground etching
Some of the artists, such as Nyapanyapa Yunupinu, in this screenprint, “Hunting Dhawu” (hunting story) took on bright, almost psychedelic colours, a far cry from the traditional ochres.
All the prints from Yirrkala have story attached to them. This one, “Dhanbul wu Yolngu Marryun” (morning star), is a screenprint by Dundiwuy#2 Munungurr, who tells the story
Dhanbul ceremony is a very big thing in Yolngu culture. A lot of Yolngu come from all tribes to take part in bunggul (ceremonial dancing). When a person dies the family … starts to think of ways to make a Morning Star ceremony to make them feel the dead person is still living with them … Once it has been talked over with the eldest of the tribe, the djunggaya (custodian), the mother, father and the grandmother, they start to get it moving. The woman go out to get the armband vine string, … the funeral pole, the clay and the ochre rocks, and make dilly bags for the ceremony. The men go out and get the birds such as cockatoo, brolgas, heron birds and wild ducks for feathers. They all sit for about 6 or 12 months to make everything they need … The ceremony celebrates the arrival of a spirit at Burralku, the Island of the Dead.
At Burralku, the spirit people do the same kind of work as the living – like weaving dilly bags, collecting special ngatha (food) like bukawal, ganguri (yams), Barangaroo (bush potato) ; and fruits like gallura, munbi and dawu (figs). When they gather the food they sit together under the big banyan tree to share their ngatha … After they have eaten, they celebrate with singing and dancing. They have a big ceremony when they see a new spirit being welcomed to their land.
This print is an image of how Yolngu perform their bunggul for this bright Morning Star.
The story was taken directly from the app.
Participating artists
Dhuwarrwarr Marika, Marrnyula Mununggurr, Nyapanyapa Yunupingu, Gaymala Yunupingu, Naminapu Maymuru-White, Manunu Wunungmurra, Dundiwuy Wunungmurra, Barrupu Yunupingu, Nongirrnga Marawili, Djambawa Marawili, Gulumbu Yunupingu, Galarrwuy Yunupingu, Gawirrin Gumana, Mulkun Wirrpanda, Gundimulk Wanambi, Djerrkngu Marika, Nyangungu Marawili, Dhundhdhunga Mununggur, Munuy’ngu Marika, Burrthi Marika, Milika Marika, Djakala Wurramarrba, Muluyulk#2 Marika, Bulmirri Yunupingu, Gunybi Ganambarr, Banduk Marika, Ruby Djikarra Alderton, Naminuapu#2 Maymuru, Laklak#2 Ganambarr, Boliny Wanambi, Nawurapu Wunungmurra, Yalmakany Marawili, Mikey Gurruwiwi, Ishmael Marika, Djuwakan#2 DJ Marika, Dhalmula Burarrwanga, Gandhurrminy Yunupingu, Barrata Marika, Gurmarrwuy Yunupingu, Malaluba Gumana, Djalinda Yunupingu, Wukun Wanambi, Garawan Wanambi and Djirrirra Wunungmurra.
Completely magic – I’m especially taken by Marian Webb’s work, that first one with the full moon is mesmerizing. Thank you!
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I hope Gilly sees this – she will love it. I am very drawn to Marian Webb. I would love to own some of her work. There is far too much of everything else for me to pick out much other than the shorebirds ($15 is a snip even if only postcard size) and the Scribbly Gum canopy. I think I would have been spending money had I accompanied you here.
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Marian Webb was selling a silk jacket, naturally dyed, with a leaf pattern for $120, creating a bit of an uproar about underselling. The Aboriginal prints can be bought on line starting at $135 – I looked at them for a 40th birthday present for my son, but it’s a dicey business choosing art for someone else.
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The jacket does appear to be a bargain – you weren’t tempted?
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I’m not a wearer of pale, and it deserved a better body!
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Jude’s right, I absolutely love it, the story is spell binding and the artwork really inspirational.
I tried making paper and it takes a lot of skill, that I don’t have. Dyeing with natural dye is something I’d love to try as well, and textile work. I can sew, but can’t draw or paint. There are so may things I want to try when I retire.
I like Karyn Thompson’s pieces and of course Ivana Gattegno. It’s an impossible question, but what stands out for you Meg?
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I made quite a bit of paper when I was in Broken Hill, even had a paper-making class with high school kids, even still have a few sheets. It was only out of recycled paper, but it was good fun. I was sharing a house with the art teacher and he was a great encourager. We used to festoon it on the curtain rods to dry. It was part too of my amorous experiments between J and J – I used it to write to the man in Sydney. But I didn’t try anything with dyes or native grasses.
Can’t wait for you to retire to see what you produce!
As for my pick? I keep coming back to those portraits and their exuberance and self-knowledge. Also the b&w white print of grasses – tried to emulate that one with the camera yesterday.
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So much fabulous art here, Meg, and your descriptions of it all are wonderful. I also love the description of your trip and the patrols, and am curious about the man in the dark clothes walking the white line. The lightning show is atmospheric; it sure looks dark out there, except for those flashes. I really would love to see Marian Webb’s art as I am always enamored of textiles; what you’ve shown here looks deeply textured and colorful. I also love the postcard-sized art and especially all the aboriginal art. I would love to wander about through all of these galleries.
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If it weren’t for you I probably wouldn’t have gone to hear Marian Webb. The man in the dark was probably a stumbling drunk and therefore even more likely to end up under the wheels of someone’s car. It was a pretty hefty post – my way of reducing posts to three a week!
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I’m glad you braved the long drive and went, Meg, because it was a lovely exhibit. I’m always a sucker for textiles! It sounds like the artist was wonderful too. That’s too bad about the man in the dark; I do hope he made it home safely.
As for the length of the post, it’s hard to find that balance between posting less and including everything you want to say, or posting too much. My posts are usually hefty as well, especially the prose pieces, and I still include too many pictures, even though I have reduced the number I include over time. I really don’t enjoy seeing daily posts, especially when they include only one photo or little to no text. Right now I’m at 3 posts a week, but the problem is I’m trying to schedule for the 9 weeks I’ll be in Spain and Portugal, so although I’m not posting daily, I’m writing daily. Too much!!! 🙂
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27 posts!!!! Eeek! I began blogging as a substitute journal and didn’t think much about audience. Now I’ve got a select audience, I’m torn between catering for it and just for myself eg I really want slide-shows for my “Postcards” series, so there are more photos, but they don’t dominate the postcard nature of the posts. I decided to do the “Creators” as one post before I realised how much meat there’d be, and went with it because of the diversity – and because I’m a bit like Pontius Pilate: “What I have written, I have written”!
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I also struggle with catering to an audience, Meg; I like to have a blogging community, but I want to do what I want to do, just like you said, in Pontius Pilate’s words, “What I have written, I have written.” I get bored doing the same old thing all the time, so I like to try a variety of posts. I am now to the point, after 9 years of blogging, where I think IF people want to read, they will, if not, they won’t. Obviously, I can’t force, or even entice, people to read or even look at what I post but I can challenge myself to improve at the things – travel-planning, photography, prose, poetry, journaling – that interest me. In my case, experimentation is vital. 🙂 I think if you want to do slide shows for your “postcard” series, you should! 🙂
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You’ve expressed my credo perfectly!
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Love the textures and colours of Marian Webb’s work and your lightning storm, Meg. 🙂 🙂 I do like pootling about art galleries but I don’t seem to do much of it.
When does the grand camping expedition take place- when the twins arrive? You’ll be counting down to seeing them again. 🙂
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They arrive on 4th. Camping begins probably mid-August. Marian Webb was sheer delight – energy without pretension. My son filmed the lightning – a rare chance. Cruz was at J’s, cowering and hyperventilating in terror of thunder: if he’d been here H wouldn’t have been able to go out.
A flurry of art galleries for me: I’ve had the Bega ones in my sights for a long time. Pootling here is often in solitude, although come to think of it it was in Warsaw too.
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What wonderfully tactil, textural, colourful creations, Meg! Glad you have shared these
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Try and stop me! Time-consuming, largely because of the need to attribute, and predictive text trying to second guess Aboriginal names!
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😊😊
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How different from your other posts but how equally interesting. What glorious colours and it must have been wonderful to see these in real life so I’m glad your braved the night time hazards to bring us these pictures.
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A bit of a lengthy post. My way of evading my own rule about no more than three posts a week!
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What a gargantuan feast of creativity here, Meg. The textural qualities and variations of Marian Webb’s is visceral. And then the Spiral Gallery and the Yolngu prints – astonishing work – especially the self-portraits.
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Bega Regional Gallery has amazing exhibitions. They’re always worth the journey south (200 kms round trip.) I’ve missed the postcards in the past – the mere word is evocative enough to draw me. The prints were astonishing in their diversity and the self-portraits were standouts for me too.
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