Brooke Forbes

Where the Mulla Mulla grows, deep in West Arrernte country, there’s a sign-posted turn off to a valley full of dreams. 

There’s an uncovering, an unveiling, a revelation of sorts – in sharing art simultaneously modern and historic, a deeply cultural experience, an exchange in sorts. 

In purchasing a fragment of culture, you are also participating in breathing life into the process, of contributing to the ever-lasting joy of creation. 

But the art is a gateway – to sharing ideas, to sharing histories, to artists talking to each other.  

On our drive up the mountain I realise what is left behind: 

You can come here, weary from a drive.

You can come here, re-energised from the desert.

You can come here, ready to take on a transformation. 

When you arrive, you are greeted with a sprawling view: ranges upon ranges, edging out of sight, layers of road meeting valley, and valley meeting sky. 

The conversation flows easily: where are you from, what is your story, what are you hoping to achieve: in life, in wonder, in dreams.

And then, this is our story. 

A re-telling of concept and facilitated living culture – breathing through the lands on which you’re a visitor, on which you stand. 

It’s a story of regeneration, of cultures both living and ancient, of layers of spirituality, of survival, of endless tales told. 

The Wallace Rock Hole-born family soothe your soul in Taarna Valley and inspire you to transform, to create and to breathe into the valley of endless dreams. 

They found the water source, after searching, with one swift drill downwards: and too, found a way to compassionately connect, and honour expressions of who they are. 

The family tells of how they will inspire the youth of tomorrow to carry forward trades of the land, cultural knowledges and contributions to keeping what is there’s alive: a cultural tapestry, living at the base of ever-lasting beauty. 

The Mulla Mulla grows here, in this valley, and so do dreams of culture-led future.