My adopted uncle is a guy named Vince. He is a ‘black fella’ from the Bardi tribe in the Kimberley Region. While I was there he became a guardian.
He helped me to realize that ‘the garden’ doesn’t belong to us, rather it is the other way around. I mean, we belong to the earth, or the place that generated us, and that it is our responsibility to take care of that place.
It’s an idea that seems alien to capitalist ideals, which seem to me at this stage of human development to be all about a fairly irresponsible harvest of everything our planet has to offer.
Anyway, without rambling through the politics of the thing, these Kimberley images are celebrations of that country and simply about missing his influence, which was amongst the most progressive of the elders I have known.