Photos courtesy of Jina Muller
long and hard it is on the wet morning grass to lick the dew its subpages. Young sunlight grazes his skin. Engravings you cover to finish it to the end, undermined its trunk. You can, the two people, one can see on the other, with a view to their silent eyes. Above them rise like a defiant titan, is the head of a crocodile, teeth bared, frozen, as if Medusa looked his way. And caught like a half-crazed flag in an arctic wind is the last melange of icons in Kamoro-talk
Around him are groups of men, young and old. resting on their hips or almost reverently whisper, as if afraid that the two still, white souls of Biro awaken . Now you have wanted for a very long time to him; its white color. It will shine for miles. There are the colors make you stand out even more. Tomorrow all will be delighted when they build the pen. Tomorrow, the guys will have their karapao -. Their initiation ceremony
The White was worth the day's work. "Well more, if you really think about it," Alo said. "Yes, you're right," the others agreed. The white man came out of the omapoko , which Alo had to collect and work.
"Probably a whole canoe-load?", Muttered Sabin, "two or three days back-breaking work?"
"Hmm, more" Alo nodded and then laughed, "but we had baked omapoka to eat. I'll take a few more. "
a young man comes with a blow to FMI helmet and a cut-off Aqua bottle filled with white powder lime. Frans could not afford to spill any, unless he was willing to shovel all the way to the mangrove swamps, digging for molluscs around, paddle back, clean them, collect firewood, they burn a lot at a time ( how boring - about one or two hours for a batch until they know) turn and then crushed with a stone until they are fine powder (duh) and repeating until all omapoko burned! No way.
And yesterday was no picnic either paint the whole Biro. Romanus had his helmet took the head, she plunged into the trench, filled it returned to Frans with water and the hat. "Keep it," he said. "Binus, lime. Herman, get some music." As a cooking contest, she was standing there with a stick pouring and stirring until they got the right consistency.
Photos courtesy of Jina Muller
Then the "brush" immersed with the cluster of young tied with a long juicy stem green leaves together, Romanus, the a sawed off, midget banana tree, looked into the lime paint more, and gave a good splat the pen followed by certain strokes.
An old t-shirt, fingers or even used in the cup, his hands were to spread to smooth or pat.
Today, the colors have been added. Herman started a fire and all gathered. From braided bags galangal tumbled out Watai , yellow flowers, black berries, a bluish-colored skirt and ABC batteries.
"Wa, Joakim where did you get the blue coat?"
"Ah, I was visiting my brother in Poraraoka, and he gave it to me. He knows that we do not have it here."
"All right, you lot," Romanus quickly interjected that absorbs the rock. "And what about the ABC batteries, Beni?"
"Now, just when we run out of coal," he said, "I am very willing to cut them in half and dig up the carbon You never know how much you black need.. "
" Hrmph. "
The painting began. The experienced knew that different levels of pressure is applied or with fresh lime paste You got to mix different colors. Galangal on dried lime turns into a yellow or orange, red comes from Watai , a juicy hairy fruit with seeds. Mixed with lime it turns pink.
"points to make," said Binus.
"With what?"
"Here" Binus torn from a strain grass, dipped it in pink and dotted the red spot.
"I'm here to do green" grinned Primus, and a damp pile of tiny leafed grass began frantically rubbing.
Romanus appeared with a stick of charcoal and ink on the seat next to his red. "Binus pound that blue skirt, I know where it goes."
Viktor came with his drum. "New Drum Viktor?" The men asked
. "Yes, I have you to thank for the lime - gave me Alo some of the drum skin to seal."
"Our pleasure. Whose blood do you have?"
"Agus'. His leg is from this pig fly bite still swollen. His blood was pretty thin. I could tell when I by him with the omapoko Shell scrapping. It mixed well with the lime and dried not fast either, if we smeared on the edge of the drum, a lot of time to stretch tight to the lizard skin. Listen. "Thom, thom, thom, thom.
Photos courtesy of Jina Muller
"Excellent", she said: "It is so smooth The handle is very nice rounded inside.."
"Martinus borrowed a couple of broken glass the handle is, because I know that Stingray caught -. it was a good size cock -. Just the thing for the job"
"have already from Yan? He tore one of the plates from old Antons abandoned house for a yamate off . "
" He has had to cut any tree for anything else right ?? "
"Right. So take the plank. It makes no sense to cut a tree on a plank of wood down."
"I think the Bules have a name for that if you reuse something, "Frans said.
"Yes, eco, eco-living. Yeah. Eco-living. I know already. They think they'll read my book when I wrote about a?" Said Primus.
"Shut up, you're such a dreamer."
"Sticks and stones will not break my bones", quietly as he reaches for the coconut shell with the crushed blue skirt.
Kamoro Art Exhibition & Sale
Sat 22 nd October and So 23 rd Oct
10:00 to 17:00
The American Club Jakarta
entrance by invitation only. Please register under kamoroculture.blogspot.com of 11 th September, 2011.
There is singing, drumming and dancing by the Kamoro, demonstrations and presentations on the Kamoro and Papua Dr. carving Kal Muller.
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