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The Beginning of Time |
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Makin’
their Home |
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$2500.00 |
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Artist: Carol Horton |
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Artist: Carol Horton |
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These sandstone carvings are the
stories of a time gone by but are still very special to the Aboriginal people
of Tasmania. The stone rock carvings created by
our ancestors for the future of generations to come, some have been covered
by sand and this is a way of preserving the artwork for hundreds of years to
come. These carvings are a reminder of how long Tasmanian Aboriginal people
have lived on this land before European settlement (45,000) and are still
visited by the Aboriginal community today. The three middle panels are of the
handprints/footprints and the people who walked/owned this land. And myself I
live to visit and stare in awe at what must have taken hours and hours to
complete, it’s really quiet astounding. |
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The Male and Female
Lizards have found the right place to settle down and start their family. The
man must go hunt and the woman looks after Her eggs and their home |
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Mother and pups |
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Mount Preminghana |
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$750.00 |
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Artist: Carol Horton |
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Artist: Carol Horton |
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This is about the Tasmanian Tiger and
how I think they would have lived, before European settlement. Although
extinct many people claim to have seen one at different times over the years.
This is a mother with her pups, waiting for the male to bring back some food
as he’s hunting. The mother waits patiently (he’s been gone an awful long
time) with a concerned look on her face, mother cannot leave her pups, they
may wonder off and get lost and she
knows the dangers of hunting, being caught or worse still, killed! She is
their protector |
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This is a view of the mountain from
the beach track looking up at the mountain, it’s what most of our mob call
the “saddle” for obvious reasons. And again you see the artwork carved by our
ancestors, still there along with all the other cultural significance that
belong to the Tasmanian Aboriginal people. Then when viewing the Mountain
from another angle as you drive towards it if you look hard enough you may
see a pregnant woman, maybe, you may see many things. |
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Seasonal Gathering |
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Turtles at
play under a full moon |
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$700.00 |
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Done on 4
Triangle panels $650.00 |
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Artist: Carol Horton |
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Artist: Carol Horton |
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The pattern in the centre of the painting
represents the ceremony that will take place that night. Not until all the
gathering and hunting has been completed can the ceremony begin. The yellow
circles represent the women/ young girls preparing the ground and others are
off to gather with the older women and the green oval shapes represent the
dilly bags and the small black line is the digging stick. It’s Spring and
there are so many seeds/grasses/roots and bulbs to be gathered before the
ceremony starts. The men are out hunting, they are the circles on the outside
of the painting. The large yellow circles with dots represent the different
types of seeds; the brown shapes are the roots/bulbs. There is also the
branch of the She Oak ripe with seeds, Cutting grass and the Banksias flower
( which makes the sweetest of drinks and where they are located. Most of
these bush foods/medicines are still used today by people in the Aboriginal
community. Tonight there will be big ceremony. |
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This
is a story about turtles at play under the full moon. On the full moon the
turtles come out to play. Sitting by Mountain Falls I used to watch each
night as they came out to play under the moon. |
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Cultural
Gathering |
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Preminghana - A Special Place |
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$900.00 |
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Done on 3
panels $2000.00 |
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Artist: Carol Horton |
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Artist: Carol Horton |
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The
Large Sea Horse represent Myself, the 4 Sea Horses that are the next size
down are my 4 children. The other 7 small Sea Horses are my Grand Children.
All are listening to Me spreading cultural awareness through the people. The
Shells at the edge are the other community people who are gathering to listen
to the stories. It’s a culture to share |
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This three paneled painting is
about a very special place for all Tasmanian Aboriginal people. It’s a place
of healing and has many, many special sites, some of which I have in this
painting. The plants are only found on this land, the Preminghana Daisy
(which grows on the South, side of the mountain) is the only place in the
world it is found. The different types of bulbs/ roots represent our cultural
foods the large colored circles represent our ancestors art carvings in
stone, along the beach of this very special place. Then the tee-tree
wetlands, the different species of plants, the Preminghana Butterfly again
the only place in the world it is found, and to top it all off there is a
burial site of an ancestor. A much privileged place to heal. |
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Misty
Mountain |
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Red Dawn |
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$700.00 |
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$700.00 |
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Artist: Carol Horton |
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Artist: Carol Horton |
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Sitting on Toolumbunna
during a walking day. Sitting down having a cuppa and looking out over the
mountain. The suddenly from nowhere comes all the mist, changing the
landscape completely. |
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Sitting on the mountain
watching a sunset, looking in awe at the redness of the sunset. This was
unusual at the time I saw it as there were no fires around to make it this
red. |
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The Link |
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Mirror Image |
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$750.00 |
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$3000.00 |
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Artist: Carol Horton |
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Artist: Carol Horton |
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This painting represents the
strength of a mother. The links are family, us mob and our children
linked/tied together to the link in the centre of the painting. This circle
represents the mother, if this link is broken then begins the chain reaction;
the links start to fall apart slowly. Therefore we must continue to have
strong links/ties to our mother, the strongest link. |
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I myself like to think the tiger is
still out there somewhere, but when I dream of them, they are always
“ghosts”, so that’s how I paint them. This dreaming about the tiger mostly
comes after something has happened in my life when I feel a bit threatened
and by who/what I do not know. Dreaming the other night I found myself
looking at “my tiger ghost” standing out almost shining and against the
mountain terrain, I was staring so hard when I seen him that I couldn’t blink
my eyes, then all of a sudden the image I was staring at seemed to crack like
a mirror and then there were two, a perfect image. |
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