Nora Wompi

IN the late 1930s, during a hard drought season, a girl with wide-alert eyes was born into a nomad family at Pingakurangu rock hole, deep in the far reaches of the Great Sandy Desert.

She was called Wompi and reared in that country. She walked its plains and sand dunes, she took in the contrasts and the shadings in its colours. They were imprinted in her, she knew that world intimately - and that world was all she knew, for it was not until she was already a grown woman in her early 20s that she first caught sight of a white man, a drover riding down the rough track of the Canning Stock Route.

These paintings are of her home, her country, of the country she walked with her mother.