Title of Work: Old Painting 1 Medium: Acrylic on Canvas     Story: Old painting or "old paintin", is the word used by elder people to explain old corroboree or thambath. It refers too a person getting ready to dance, they get painted up with the old clan markings. This image is a reflection of the style of marks used specifically by the Kokoberra and Kokoberrin people.         Title of Work: Terrek - moving rock Medium: Acrylic on Canvas     Story: I am telling a lot of stories. All these stories are what ground us. The owners of stories have them all the time in their mind. We carry them. This story is about a magic rock that moved around our country. The rock was very powerful. We're not sure where it is today. Some say it was taken some time ago from the homeland. Some say it's still there crawling around like a big snail, even crawling under ground. Today people say they see large marks in the dirt..... Not man made....Elders know what it is.         Title of Work: Oak Tree Chant - Healing Song Medium: Acrylic on Canvas     Story: In Kowanyama this is the name of the chant sung about the oak tree that grows along the coast. It's a healing song. In 1998 we recorded 45 traditional songs with people at Tarch Menang - along the Magnificent Creek. Oak Tree chant was one of those songs. The oak tree is significant for us it symbolises freshwater. At the base of the tree, we dig in the sand to retrieve freshwater.         Title of Work: Komanggen - large headed catfish Medium: Acrylic on Canvas     Story: My daughter.........I think I can finally cry about her. It starts to hurt more now when I can't go and take her out fishing and to collect cabbage palm. We miss her. The family really came together for the customary funeral. They made string, and I was given string. Fannie Bruce is her name what a great lady. Very very grounded, except she had a broken heart. Those where the last words she told my sister. When she was home at her house she always sat out the front under the mango tree. I can't see her there now when I look over there. I am glad that my Chalaly Beverly is there I feel safe with her looking after the house now. I was sad when she arrived back to the community and her old blind husband sensed she was home. He wanted to go to the morgue house to see her. Ha can't walk so he tried to crawl to the hospital from the aged hostel. We had to get a mate for him that night. That night the one before the funeral. I am glad that we had a true customary funeral for her. I couldn't cry then or do the howling, but I think I can now. This is her story this is her painting.         Title of Work: Mandelvng - Coolamon Shield Medium: Acrylic on Canvas     Story: Twice I went out to make shields. The first time Clarky the head Ranger took me out with Walter Parry. We were on our way to take a message to Pormpuraaw and they stopped and showed me the tree and how to cut the wood. We took that one back to Kowanyama for one old fulla. The second time I asked Dundee to take me out to get some digging sticks for the school kids dance. I managed to get the CDEP Chain saw this time and a few of the yard gang came out with me. It was good because I don't think these young boys had seen the tree before. Dundee took us out on the Yalko road. We got about 5 digging sticks from this small gum tree. Then I spotted that Coolamon flower, its red, like a cotton tree. Let's get a shield too I said to Dundee. Rightly oh he said in he's deep voice, he doesn't fool anyone that man, singer man for Kokoberra that one. We had sinker in our group that day. It was good for him to learn.