Lorraine Gill Galleries - The Australian Series
During my stay on a settlement I had made friends with some of the women who took me out with their children to gather witchetty grubs - a delicacy to the Aborigines. The heat was intense in the summer and everything seemed to be a haze of white; the heat had blanched most of the colour from the land. My friends were hungry. They dug half their height in the desert sand with a crowbar to find the roots where the precious witchetty would be nestled. The first witchetty they found they put in an old tin can and handed it to me to eat. I will always remember the generosity of my friends that day. The witchetty is full of protein, white against the orange sand, and bulbous. Volumes of shapes divide this canvas. In the painting the blood is part of the land itself. The hand reaches out for food.