Brigalow Country, Judith Wright
This is a print series that I did last semester based on the poem Brigalow Country from Seven Songs from a Journey by Judith Wright.
I was so inspired by Wrights emotive relationship with the Australian landscape and the spiritual essense of the country.
Brigalow Country
When the metal-blue moon
plays tunes on the hut-roof,
and the long slope darkens
with its brigalow tribe,
then Margery dances,
awkward as an emu-
dances for the useless
coin of the moon.
Haunted and alone
with the tribe of the brigalows,
their steel-coloured leaves
as curved as a skinning-knife,
her sidelong eye
as queer as the moonlight,
Margery dances
to the singing of the dingoes.
Living lost and lonely
with the tribe of the brigalows,
don’t want to stay
but never can go.
Never get no money
For when I go hungry,
never get no kisses
for when I feel sad-
rooted like the brigalows
until I’m dead.
When the bright tin moon
plays tunes on the hut-roof
Margery dances
in her long pale hair.
and the tribe of the brigalows
drop their shadows
like still black water,
and watch her there.
