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morning across Prudhoe Island |
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leaving Shelter Bay |
Monday 17
th
June 2013
Rock Art at Bigge Island –
Montague Sound and a Lumpy Night in York
Sound
It took us exactly two hours to sail from Shelter Bay at Prudhoe Island to
Wary Bay on the NW side of Bigge Island some 8n/m away. (14’28.071E – 125’08.669S) This
was only a stop-off, stopping just long enough to go exploring and then we were
on our way again. The reason for the stop-off; Bigge Island is famous for some
amazing rock art paintings known as the Wandjina figures that are spread over
many sites.
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track on the beach |
To the Aboriginal people who live in the Central, Northern
and East Kimberley region including Mitchell Plateau and King Edward River
areas of Western Australia the Wandjina has a deep and meaningful relationship
with their heritage and their culture. The Wandjina has for many years appeared
on bark coolamons which were used for food gathering and for cradles for
newborn babies, ceremonial boomerangs and shields and a myriad of symbolic
artifacts - the Wandjina is part of the lives of the tribes who have for so
many years lived, hunted and survived in the country of the Wandjina rock art.

In
Aboriginal culture the Wandjina is the Rain Spirit of the Wunambal, Wororra and
Ngarinyin language people, the controller of the Seasons, the bringer of rain which
equals water which equals life itself. Then it says that the Earth is hot and
that it breathes; the Earth it breathes, it's a steam blow up, and it gives
cloud to give rain. Rain gives fruit, and everything grows, and the trees and
the grass to feed other things, kangaroos and birds and everything. With the
completion of their earthly tasks, each of the Wandjina turned into a rock face
image. There the Wandjina spirits continue to live.
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figures with smoking pipes |
The Wandjina figures are strange, majestic creatures usually painted against a
white background. An oval band encircles the face except for a break at the
chin and from the outer edge of the head, lines radiate out. They are often
shown wearing a headband; the eyes and nose form one unit with lashes
encircling both eyes and they are rarely given a mouth. The body when there is
one is filled with parallel stripes down the arms and legs. Long lines coming
out from the hair are the feathers which Wandjinas wore and the lightning which
they control.
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boats |
Wandjina ceremonies, to ensure the timely beginning of the
monsoon wet season and sufficient rainfall were held during December and
January, following which the rains usually begin. The figures are generally
drawn surrounded by the totemic beings and creatures associated with them, on
which they depend for sustenance, and these caves and rock shelters become a
focus of tribal religion and ritual action.

Aboriginal people believe that if the Wandjina are offended then they will take
their revenge by calling up lightning to strike the offender dead or the rain
to flood the land and drown the people or the cyclone with its winds to
devastate the country. These are the powers which the Wandjinas can use.
Aboriginal culture teaches it is possible for new life to emanate from the
figures adorning the cave walls, to re-enter the physical world as unborn
children. Such places are sites to which local Aborigines have a deeply
spiritual attachment. These Wandjina are seen to have considerable powers and the
Aborigines are careful to observe a certain amount of protocol when they
approach the paintings, fearing that if they do not, the spirits might take
their revenge. This protocol normally consists of calling out to the Wandjinas
from several yards' distance, to tell them a party is approaching and will not
harm the paintings. Although the paintings represent the bodies of the dead
Wandjinas, the Aborigines believe the spirits of the Wandjinas live on in much
the same way as they believe the spirits of human beings continue to exist
after their death.
Wary Bay was a site for these special Wandjina figure
paintings and one in particular, Father Kaiara.
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the labyrinth of caves |
The rock art sites at Wary Bay were located in what
they call mini gorges in the rock cliffs at the south-western end of the beach.
To me the mini gorges were like interlinking small caves. The majority of these
rock art paintings were in excellent condition having been protected from the
ravages of the elements. The face of the Father Kaiara from the Wary Bay gallery
is probably one of the most spectacular and frequently published photos of
aboriginal rock art in the Kimberley.

The Wandjina figures on Bigge Island are known as Kaiaira or
Sea Wandjinas; they are close to the sea not up on high cliffs. These Wandjina
figures were distinctive with their halos around the head of each figure. These
halos represent clouds as the Wandjina are cloud spirits intimately linked to
the weather, water and life. The Wandjina figures were painted by the Wunambal
people and their legends tell us these Wandjinas were brought by the waterspout
from the sea.
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Father Kaiara |
The figure of Father Kaiara was an imposing figure, larger
than me or MrJ; he was watching over the sea to the northwest through his dark,
deeply engraved eyes. The paintings of his children or followers were varied in
form, some of whom could have been early European visitors such as the Dutch,
English, or Portuguese sailors of the 1600’s as images of sailing ships and
figures smoking pipes were also evident. Or were the figures of later visitors,
for example the French sailors of Baudin's expedition of the early 1800’s? We
will probably never know!
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large turtle nest and tracks |
On the way back to the tinny MrJ and I walked further along
the beach and came upon some freshly made turtle egg nest. I knew that these
nests were fresh as the track of the turtles were still fresh and had not been
washed by the sea or windblown. Maybe the tracks were as fresh as the night
before?
How long does it take for the eggs to hatch? This I will
have to read up about! (
Gestation: 6-10 weeks.)
What a magical place was this Bigge Island and I was so
thankful for having been able to experience its magic.
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MrJ tries his hand at fishing again |
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anchorage in York Sound |
MrJ and I sailed away from Wary Bay down the western side of
Bigge Island, we sailed south, deep into the eastern bay of York Sound. We were
heading for the inlet known as Rainforest Ravine but changed our minds, as we
do, when the weather had turned. (14’54.690E – 125’16.135S) We were thinking
that inside the main part of the bay around the southern point would give us
better protection from the westerly winds but then as it always happens, the
wind changed again to the opposite direction. And so it did and we had a sloppy
anchorage and not much sleep. Sa la vie!
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good night from York Sound |
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