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Sally Gabori: A Great-Grandmother's Traditions in Paint

Ninjiki, 2006, acrylic on canvas, 136 x 151 cm.

My Country, acrylic on linen, 121 x 137 cm.

Dibirdibi Country, 2011, acrylic on linen, 151 x 196 cm.



Sally Gabori w/ her work.

Thundi, 2009, acrylic on linen, 196 x 151 cm.

Comments

Paul Behnke said…
Hey Brian,
I think I lost some of your comments on this post---blogger was doing some maintanence...
brian edmonds said…
Hey Paul,

I had just commented that I recently came across the work of Minnie Pwerle. An aboriginal painter that passed in 2006. I had never heard of her even thought I was familiar with aboriginal painting. I found her work to be very contemporary. You can see her work at http://www.minniepwerle.com.au/
Paul Behnke said…
I've seen a little of her work through friends in Australia that collect Aboriginal work. Thanks for the link...I look forward to seeing more of her stuff.

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