I grew up in Alice Springs, surrounded by the red earth and vast desert landscapes. The dust storms were a part of my childhood, as natural as the gum trees and the scorching sun. I remember the sky turning an eerie orange, and the wind whipping up the fine red sand, creating a hazy curtain across the land.

Growing up in Central Australia, these dust storms were both awe-inspiring and challenging. As a child of Anmetyerre and Arrernte heritage, I learned to respect the power of the land and its elements. The dust storms were a reminder of the harsh beauty of my homeland, often coinciding with periods of drought that tested our resilience.
During these storms, my family and I would seek shelter, sometimes huddling together as the wind howled outside. It was during these moments that my mother would often sing our Anmatjere song lines, teaching me stories of our dreamtime and our connection to the land. She would draw symbols in the sand, illustrating our family's stories, creating a stark contrast to the swirling dust outside.
These experiences shaped my artistic expression. The vivid colors of the dust storms - the deep reds and oranges - found their way into my paintings later in life. The stories my mother shared during those dusty days became the foundation for my songwriting, blending my Aboriginal and Irish heritage into a unique musical style.
The dust storms of Alice Springs, while sometimes difficult, were an integral part of my upbringing. They taught me about the cycles of nature, the importance of family, and the deep connection we share with our land. These early experiences continue to influence my art and music, serving as a powerful reminder of my roots in the heart of Australia.
I remember the red dust coming over the Mac Donald Rangers and the red dust covering everything.
Here is a painting I no longer hold in my percession love to hear your thoughts?
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