The Witchdoctor and the Windmill

Director's Statement

My interest in Australian First Nations Art and the history of the first and second generation Western Desert artists began during a visit to Canberra decades ago. I saw a work of Linda’s in a gallery and over several days I returned to it as it had a pull which I’d never experienced before. After researching Linda’s life story I spent two years finding her. On a whim and what I thought was a fool's errand I decided to make a documentary film about her. I flew to Alice Springs and we met at an art shed where the better known artists fetch up for painting season to make money in winter. She was well known for not giving interviews so I literally had my heart in my mouth as I walked over to her and sat down. We looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Then she stuck her tongue out at me, laughed and called me crazy - Rama Rama - in Pintupi. I laughed. She asked me why I wanted to make a film about her? I had no film making experience and didn't work in the industry. I told her I thought she was a national treasure and that the world needed to know about her life story and the stories behind the art before the stories in the Pintupi language were lost. Her stories in language were the stories from the other side of the colonial frontier and are unique oral and visual records of our shared history. They are a part of the national narrative and when she was gone those stories would be lost forever and slip through the cracks of time's harm. She hugged me and told me to come back in a month. Linda always let me know where she was and my brother and I visited her many times during a decade of filming. I learned some Pintupi, I ate kangaroo tail, I visited her at Unduppa camp, chewed native tobacco and she and her husband Russel let me in to her world; the childhood memories, the coming in period, secrets which cannot be shared, her feelings about being catapulted to global recognition after winning the Telstra prize, her insistence about her right to paint her father’s Dreaming and the rise and fall of being a Prophet without honour with her own people while European and American collectors and academics were besotted with her. It was a love story which can only be felt and never be adequately expressed in any language but film. We encountered many problems along the way and there were times that I just wanted to go bush and forget. Having Linda's granddaughter Lavinia help with the translation and with advice to maintain the wishes of the cultural owners was a tremendous help. I couldn’t give up. I promised Linda I would finish this film and I kept my promise. Does it matter? You decide.