HEROES   OF  THE DREAMTIME

Text by Betty Villeminot
published in “Pays Tingari”
Aboriginal Artist Agency 2004


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According to the legend, at the time of the eternal Dream, at the age of Alcheringa, there was only one life on earth, a motionless life, a gigantic embryonic transparent bulk, made of a mixture of uncompleted beings, rough drafts of each animal and plant species, the inapertwas. The whole becoming of humanity: past, present and future of the world was there, pre-programmed in this primordial matter. When he deemed it necessary, the supreme Being, "The One who came from nothing, existed by Himself", left one of the worlds of the sky to come down on earth and modify this bulk. From his work the humans were born, in their present shapes. Since then, each man, each woman is related to the animal or plant it was born of.

En Terre d'Arnhem, des abris sous roche couverts de peintures rupestres.Gigantic Entities associated with the sacred vital Force, fragments of the supreme Intelligence -the Great Ancestors for the uninitiated-came down from the worlds of the sky, sprang from the depths of the earth or the sea and started to go throughout the length and breadth of the world, then a simple flat immensity. In all the human beings, in the animals, plants, but also in the mineral, the air and water, they diffused their divine Energy, making one single family of everything that lives. Endowed with huge powers, they were able to take the appearance of various forms of life and sculpted the plain in an Infinite variety of landscapes and sprinkled It with watering places and reserves of animals, plants and human spirits.

So as to ensure the continuity of the species, they sprinkled reserves of spirits for each of them. Hence the "baby-spirits" of men would come to life by entering the body of a woman. The Great Ancestors enacted laws and invented the techniques necessary for the temporal life and many clever social systems and structures which, taking into account human nature, would induce, in a flexible but inescapable way, a system of enlarged kinship on the whole continent; a behavior of mutual aid beneficial for the harmony of society.

Kata Tjuta (les Olga), un haut lieu sacré du centre.In order to ensure the eternity of their Work, these Entities created sacred sites, linked by tracks along which the different landscapes sang their Feats. So as to guide the humans in the immensity of their country, they created poems and told the humans to murmur them along their pilgrimages from one site to the other, in order to transform the track into a transcendental place which could bring them into the Time of Creation.

They established initiatory rites to enable all the mortals to remove themselves from their animal gangue and become true-Humans, humans who found wisdom again with a part of the memory of the One they were at the beginning of time, their Dream. These rites enabled some gifted ones, clever enough to go further in their quest, to come close to the One they were and hence rise to the status of Men of Knowledge, the medicine-men, personalities gifted with exceptional intelligence and memory, endowed with infinite powers, Masters of the Dream, mediums between the living and the dead, between the temporal and the world of the Almighty Sky.

L'eucalyptus offre son écorce pour servir de toile à l'artiste.These very entities invented the ceremony rites which were to take place on sacred sites. Rites which required dancing, rhythm, singing, poetry, painting, which were not various forms of art but simple techniques. Techniques which enabled the humans to enter furtively in the model World and receive the help they needed to keep the earth in the image of Dreamtime.

After they gave a very precise territory to each people, and forbid them to leave it, the civilizing Heroes asked the humans to be their Guardians and live as they were told, so that this world they were offering would carry on. Then, though they did not have enough time to make them perfect, they disappeared in the sky, under the earth, in the watering places, in the rocks where their intelligence and knowledge are still located and still active.

Then, in the tranquility of thousand years, cut off from the rest of the world, with no real leaders and no social struggles, except the occasional short fights for a watering place or the theft of a woman, the Aborigines lived in harmony with their environment, feeling on the earth like the child in his mother's womb. For thousand years, they had time to think of "the place of Men in nature" and to meditate on life in general. Their evolution did not cultivate the positive imaginary of the sedentary people but led to the fulfillment of an intuitive knowledge and a sensitivity to what the other forms of life are transmitting, and the mineral, and the cosmos.
D'éternels nomades qui, sans cesse, vont d'un lieu sacré à un autre.
During their long initiating periods, punctuated with physical and moral tests, after the death and rebirth tests, and many others, according to their intellectual capacities and their genius, they would go on a long quest to find the memory of the Eternal Dream Time and finally discover which Great Ancestor they were at the beginning of Time.

For thousand years, following the advices received during their short communion with the beyond or transmitted in their dreams, they updated their rites so that they would remain efficient. Hence, always updated, the songs, dances, rhythms, poems, paintings, these "techniques" taught by their civilizing Heroes, brought the same fervor and efficiency they had in the fabulous past of the Alcheringa age.

These various forms of expression were therefore at the service of spirituality and society, which were closely intertwined. During ceremonies, they fitted into one another in order to form a group of Un partage rituel qui semble pénaliser le chasseur puisque celui-ci ne reçoit pas l'un des meilleurs morceaux. waves which, when added to the fervor of the participants, enabled the humans to reach a transcendence of short-lived paranormal powers and communicate with the Invisibles. Only True-men and Knowledge Men, the "medicine-men", could use these "tools". When the celebration was over, the works did not represent anything anymore for only the acts of the participants, the act of painting for example, that is to say the moment when the artist is in communion with the Model World, when he feels that his hand is guided by a power from beyond, only this action is efficient. That is why the huge totemic paintings drawn on the earth, painted on the body, are wiped out once the ceremony is over.

The emotional force which emerges from the pictorial art of the first Australians, which is from now on part of the history of art, enables us to think that the Aborigine artist of today works with the same belief in the existence of the Dreamtime World, the certainty that he is one of the Heroes of the past. In order to describe parts of the epic relating the achievements of their Great Ancestor, their Dream, with symbols, with such talent, and all that seen from above, must not they be in communion with the Invisibles, for a short while, as they were in the past? That is the feeling the visitors of the Federal Museum of Fine Art might have experienced when they saw, opposite to a painting of Tiepolo, a painting of the Western desert signed by the initiate Maxie Tjampitjinpa, and noticed that from both paintings emerged the same transcendental emotion.

The greatness of the civilization of the First Australians was first revealed by the talent of the painters. Their talent enabled them to recover their past dignity, the dignity of the Guardian of Creation, which has been theirs for thousand years; a status that has been their reason of living, which more and more want to find again nowadays. Let us hope that their ancestral wisdom, which is still alive in some of them, will protect them from the dangers which threaten their art, which is still sacred, but which might be tempted to become, as many others, mercantile.