Black Radio in Cairns
Explores Aboriginal radio in far north Queensland.
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Jabiru
"I joined the Jabiru Cabaret in Cairns as one of the ten founding cast members in November 1988. The excitement for me as a performer, is to bridge the gap of understanding between various races, colours, cultures and countries. To witness the audience reaction to us as a group performing in three distinct areas makes us all feel very close to achieving the message of a minority through our art."
Art Co-ordinator: No ordinary job
Howard Morphy interviews Djon Mundine at Ramingining in Arnhem Land, Northern Territory.
Lin Onus - Cultural Mechanic
Contemplating the work of Lin Onus the artist, the arts administrator and the panel beating mechanic.
The Aboriginal Copyright Cases
At the 1988 Conference in Broome the author spoke of the growing unlawful use of Aboriginal art by T shirt companies and the fashion industry generally.
Birrukmarri
Birukmarri is an exhibition gallery and retail outlet with a commitment to the professional retailing of Aboriginal art.
Balance 1990
Exhibition review Balance 1990 held at Queensland Art Gallery and curated by Michael Eather and Marlene Hall, March 1990.
Isolation: Jimmy Pike and Patricia Lowe in the Great Sandy Desert
There can be few artists who live and work in such isolation as does Jimmy Pike. His isolation is not merely geographical, though our camp on the edge of the Great Sandy Desert is two and a half hours' drive in dry weather from Fitzroy Crossing and inaccessible in dry weather, but also social and artistic.
Letter From Arnhem Land Where All the Real Art's Supposed To Be
"How many people still think that up north or in the centre is the only place for real Aboriginal art. You know when you work with it, selling it, buying it, you hear it all the time."
Night Cries - A Rural Tragedy; A film by Tracey Moffatt
Two people suspended in a soundscape - a space punctuated by a stark and corrosive sound. The wail of a dingo, an owl, the grating beat of an iron lung, a gasp, a cry for breath and above all a cacophony of memory.