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Title

Untitled

2008

Artist

Angelina George

Australia

1937 – 2014

Language groups: Marra, Gulf region, Wandarang, Gulf region

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  • Details

    Date
    2008
    Media category
    Painting
    Materials used
    synthetic polymer paint on canvas
    Dimensions
    197.5 x 247.8 cm
    Credit
    Purchased with funds provided by the Aboriginal Art Collection Benefactors 2009
    Location
    South Building, ground level, 20th-century galleries
    Accession number
    342.2009
    Copyright
    © Estate of Angelina George
    Artist information
    Angelina George

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    Angelina George provided the following statement about her series of dry season works:

    Dry season time... long time.
    My imagined country never stops in my memory... about Boomerang. Ruined City and Limmen Bight.
    I remember and imagine The Ruined City all the time.
    I have special memories from my travels here. I can paint my memories and imagination ... not exactly what it looks like. You know. Traditional way and law.

    Rugged Mountains and Sandy Rocks.
    Below the mountains runs the river - everywhere I go you find water. Fresh water.
    I have travelled here many times in my life, with my mother and sisters and on my own.
    The mountains look white, shining in the sunlight.
    The cliffs are rocky, sharp and very rugged.
    Near to the mountains are billabongs and we spend time fishing and hunting around this area.
    Birds and animals are everywhere, even fish in the billabong.

    I used to walk through the valleys, creeks and billabongs, across the rivers; we had to find our own tucker and we knew where to go hunting.

    Bushflowers, animals, trees, beautiful rocks, it was wonderful, I was happy then. When I look at places or imagine them, I remember I was walking there, or collecting sugarbag, it makes me sad – a tear comes to my eye and it reminds me of when I used to walk around with my brothers and sisters, or my mother.