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Dingo Artwork

Dingo Totem
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Ravenari's Art

 

Dingo Dreamtime

 

 

Dingo Bark Painting

Dingo Bark Painting
National Museum of Australia collection.

 

 


The Creation of Kulpunya

The impact of the imposing beauty and vivid colouring of Ayers Rock on a modern traveller is an unforgettable experience. The relationship between Ayers Rock and the Aborigines of the surrounding desert adds a mystical significance to this massive geological feature.


The Pitjandjara tribe believed that Ayers Rock, their Uluru, rose miraculously out of a large red sandhill. The creation of all its natural features such as the great bays, the chasms in its steep sides, the waterholes, fretted surfaces, huge pot-holes, and caves, is explained in the rich store of myths handed down from generation to generation of the Pitjandjara.


One major myth relates that, in the Dreamtime, the Mala men of Uluru and the Windulka men of Kikingura became enemies. The Windulka had invited the Mala people to attend one of their ceremonies, but received such a rude refusal that they instructed their medicine-man to create Kulpunya, a huge and evil dingo.


The medicine-man laid out a framework consisting of a mulga branch for the backbone, sticks for the ears, moles' teeth at one end and a bandicoot's tail at the other, and women's hair along the back. For many days he sang his magic songs and lethal chants over the framework, until it stirred, rose upright, and came to horrid life as Kulpunya the spirit dingo. Full of hatred and malice, Kulpunya reached Uluru so swiftly that the Mala people were taken by surprise, and most of them were killed.


Today, the camps of the Mala men and initiates are the huge fretted areas on the Rock's northern face, the Naldawatta pole used in their ceremonies is an immense semi-detached slab of rock over five hundred feet high, the initiates are the boulders at its base, and dozens of minor features of the great monolith bear witness to Kulpunya's ferocity....

 


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The White Dingo

This is a scary story which comes from the Northern Territory.
Aboriginal mothers of long ago used to tell this legend to their children as a WARNING.
In the Dreamtime there was a woman called Goolagaya who had no children. Even though everyone tried to be friendly to her, she was jealous of the other women in the group. She was always causing trouble, quarrelling with the women who had children, and as a result no-one liked her.
Picture of a White Dingo

Goolagaya had a pure white dingo as a pet, and the two of them went everywhere together. The dingo was extremely savage, growling and snapping at anyone who came too near to him or his mistress. Everyone in the group was afraid of the dingo, and this pleased Goolagaya very much. She often patted her pet and said, "Good Boy!" as he growled and snarled at them.


One day after a particularly loud and long quarrel with a woman called Naluk, Goolagaya felt especially mean. She picked up Naluk's baby boy and quickly hid him under a bush beside a nearby lagoon. As she hoped, Naluk panicked when she realised the child was missing, and the fuss pleased Goolagaya who stood watching, chuckling to herself. The dingo stood beside her watching too, occasionally giving a deep-throated growl.


Naluk ran around searching everywhere, unable to find her little boy. In the end Goolagaya got tired of watching and went to fetch the baby. But he had crawled out from under the bush and fallen into the lagoon. She could see his little body floating in the murky water. He had drowned...


When the rest of the group heard what had happened they were shocked and very angry. They had put up with Goolagaya doing many bad things, but this was too much. They had had enough of her, and of her savage white dog. They held a meeting and decided to seize the two quickly and kill them.


"There'll be no more trouble from them,' they said later, as they buried the bodies deep in the mud of the lagoon. But it is not easy to put an end to trouble. Though their bodies were buried so deep in the mud, their spirits escaped; and as you might expect, they were both evil spirits, angry spirits.


The two spirits made their home in a gaunt old tree which stood near the water's edge. They kept out of sight during the day, but when night came they would both creep out of their hiding place and roam the area, searching for any little children out on their own. Any they found they would snatch and drown.


The Aboriginal mothers of long ago told this story to their children and warned them to be careful. "Keep well away from the lagoon,' they warned. The children listened, and were afraid of Goolagaya and her spirit dingo. They kept well clear of the lagoon, especially after dark....

 


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Warrigul and the Mundurra - The Old Dingo and the Hunter

Warrigul, the old dingo, crept towards the black wallaby. Tired and hungry, he moved with great care, because he was much too old to run down the bunderra if it spotted him.
He was almost within striking distance when the wallaby raised its head sharply, spun on its hind legs, and was gone.
Warrigul wondered what had startled the bunderra, so he kept low and watched. He did not have long to wait.
An old mundurra, a hunter, appeared out of the scrub.
Warrigul growled angrily to himself, then sighed and decided to remain hidden till the old man had gone.
The old man was just as angry, because he too had been tracking the bunderra. He too was wondering what had startled it, when out of the corner of his eye he noticed the crouching Warrigul.
Aboriginal Art - Dingo and Hunter
"You're not as good to eat as a bunderra," he muttered, "but I am so hungry that even a skinny warrigul will do."
When Warrigul saw the old mundurra raise his tura - his spear - he sprang to his feet and trotted away. The mundurra gave chase but the pace was slow. Neither was swift because of their age. Both were weary from hunger.
When Warrigul could run no further, he turned on the mundurra.
"Why do you chase me, old brother?" he panted.
The mundurra, who was also relieved to stop, stood over Warrigul with his spear still raised, though unsteadily.
"I want to kill you and eat you," he replied. "And you are not my brother," he added scornfully.
"Yet we are surely brothers of a sort," said Warrigul. "We are both lonely hunters, and our old age unites us more."
The old mundurra scratched his beard as he considered this. Then he rested his tura on the ground and sat downto get his breath back.
"Perhaps we are brothers, at least in spirit," he said.
"That's my point," said Warrigul. "So, what shall we do? Brothers may not kill each other, yet we both must eat."
"And neither of us eats well any more," grumbled the old mundurra, who was as thin and bony as the dingo.
Warrigul nodded and sighed, watching the old man closely. The mundurra sighed too, then scratched his beard again as he thought about their problem.


"If we are brothers," he said finally,"and perhaps we are, then we should hunt together, and share what we catch. We might both eat better together than separately." And so they did. The old man and the old dingo hunted together, shared food and campfires together, and became close friends. So did all their descendants - men and dogs - who can be seen together in any baanya, or camp....

 


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Gariwerd Creation Story - our dreamtime story

Picture of Rock Art
Bunjil and his Wirringans (Dingoes)

 

Story here:

http://www.brambuk.com.au/assets/pdf/GrampiansNationalParkGariwerdCreationStory.pdf

 

 


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Giant Devil Dingo

 

 

 


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