John Mawurndjul:
I am the old and the new
By Susie Anderson — 20 September, 2018
two ways at Maningrida they never stopped climbing trees found a way to keep mardayin ceremony but some were taken too unscroll bark canvas work with fire smell thick in air on walls Ngalyod rainbow serpent bodies coiled together power in its bones these words are better poetry all I know is only written but…