Minma Marlilu Ready To Hang

Kay Baker Tunkin

Kay was born in the early 1950s at Palvwell, a revered birthing place near Ernabella. Her early years were spent at Ernabella Mission, where her father, the acclaimed artist Jimmy Baker, had established himself in the early 1930s. Kay’s first taste of formal education came when she was around 10 years old. At 12, she and her family moved back to her mother’s land at Mimili (Everard Park). During this time, her father was busy with sheep-tending, shearing, and fencing. Indigenous families of the time often camped together in the bush, staying near but separate from the main homestead.

At approximately 15 years old, Kay’s family relocated back to Fregon, uniting with Jimmy’s kin and his cousin, Wipana Jimmy. These connections would later be instrumental in founding the communities of Kanpi and Watarru. Kay’s stay in Fregon was short-lived, as she soon moved to Yirara Lutheran College in Alice Springs, shortly after its establishment. After about a year, Kay returned to Fregon and began her journey with the Fregon Arts Centre, learning the art of weaving from her aunt, Wipana Jimmy. She dedicated around 15 years to the art centre, during which she met her husband and became the mother to five children, including emerging artists Patricia Tunkin and Teresa Baker.

In 1985, Kay, her father, and others ventured to the new settlement of Kanpi. At that time, Kanpi was little more than a shed serving as a shop and two houses. Over the years, Kay’s family played a vital role in the growth of both Kanpi and Watarru, advocating for the establishment of the Tjunga Palya art centre. Today, Kay is a Director of the art centre and balances her time between Kanpi, Watarru, and Alice Springs.

Marlilu’s Tale:

In the boundless expanse of Australia, there lived an ancient and wise spirit woman named Marlilu. Her deep connection to the land and profound knowledge made her a revered figure among her people. Marlilu had a beloved daughter, but fate took a harsh turn when her daughter was taken away by a man who was not meant for her.

Driven by her determination to find and rescue her daughter, Marlilu embarked on a quest across the rugged Australian landscape. She journeyed through sun-scorched deserts, dense forests, and towering mountains, never losing hope. Along her path, Marlilu, drawing from her powerful bond with the earth, carved out a cave with intricate tunnels. This cave became her sanctuary, a place where she could rest and regain her strength.

Years went by, and Marlilu remained in the cave, her search for her daughter unyielding. The local people, recognizing her unwavering spirit, brought her food and offerings, honoring her endless love and determination. It is said that on cool, breezy days, the wind that whistles through the cave carries the spirit of Marlilu, reminding everyone of her tireless quest and the boundless strength of a mother’s love.