"It's a big holiday camp. In the old days, when I was a little girl, and my family were living at Sturt Creek Station. A big rain came and filled the river right up. It surrounded the whole station. Everyone was scared, asking for their rations. They took their food and went across the river to where it was dry. Only the kartiya stayed on the island. This story about hunting, sharing and caring. I was there, a little one. With my families. They made little camps, each of these shapes in the painting is their camps. Out of spinifex and then they put calico on top to make houses. They had fireplaces. Each one tells the story of those camps. Everyone was hunting everyday, and sharing it around, Sometimes when we ran out of food then helicopter would bring it in. Other side Sturt Creek, Purkitji. This story."
