Rainy season at Nightcliff- the usually sedate Timor sea turns into a howling maelstrom. Churned up by an unpredictable wind, it throws itself against the rocks and cliffsides that line the edge o…

Rainy season at Nightcliff- the usually sedate Timor sea turns into a howling maelstrom. Churned up by an unpredictable wind, it throws itself against the rocks and cliffsides that line the edge of the esplanade. These days, we hear the otherwise quiet sea, and the usually turqouise waters are slate brown and sometimes a milky olive green. Spirits seem to live in the waters that weave the Asian mainland and North Australia together- they ride the waves and come ashore to visit. We see and feel them each time a wave crests and breaks against the rocks. The sonic boom of release followed by musical sighings and hissings of the wind as amorphous forms fleetingly show themselves- this is the ‘Wet’, a time when the shimmering form of Ngalyod, the Rainbow Serpent"s expression of renewed creation, performs it’s cosmic drama of chaos and order.

March, 2011

Darwin, Australia