soccer and motor racing are my
games … I’m dismissed as being cra-
zy, perhaps a heretic. We all laugh as
they go about their work, creating art
in various forms. Perhaps art is God.
The art of Injalak mirrors what I’ve
just been taught; a melding of old and
new. Traditional techniques embrace
images of the past, modern images
constructed through techniques thou-
sands of years in age.
Artists create while sat in circles;
explaining, helping, laughing. The
sense of community is warming,
there’s a feeling of hierarchy yet no
one seems to be dictating or delegat-
ing, everyone is working towards a
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