This story comes from my tjamu (grandfather) my Dad's father. They call him walpaku nguluntju - scared of the wind. I think about him when I'm doing that painting of...
This story comes from my tjamu (grandfather) my Dad's father. They call him walpaku nguluntju - scared of the wind. I think about him when I'm doing that painting of walpa. When a big storm came, he disappeared. I didn't know him, but I heard that story from my grandmother. Everyone knows about Mutitjulu and what happened there. Three of them escaped from that cave. When I see that rock (Uluru) I think of my jamu. He's got jukurpa pulka (lots of stories).