... a humble try to understand the meanings, patterns and symbols of the TROUM-Tjukurrpa series ...

Dreamscape – Triptychon

Tjukurrpa Pt. I

I can't remember when I read about it; maybe I watched it on tv – however, it was a long time ago, when I was an adolescent. There had been this tribe of Aborigines during the cultural imperialism, when the land was taken from them. Possibly there have been more such tribes, but possibly this was the only one, that/who saw something that nobody else recognized in this take-over. The implications of what happened, was no less than this: it wasn't just the privation of the land, but moreover the privation of the livelihood, the culture, the identity, the life of the people.

survival would've been easy for the Aborigines, since they ever understood how to survive. Yet, the peole got rid off their physical lives. The whole tribe topped it-/themselve(s) – hunter, mother, chief, children, alike – since they knew, that they were already dead before a gun was pointed at them.

Tjukurrpa Pt. II

I don't remember which town it is, that John told me about. If it is in New Zealand, or Australia, if it concerned the Maori or the Aborigines. There is this park just along this big road. And in this park bides the offspring of the aborigines. people with dissolved identities, pariahs, who persist in an existence without hold-ons.

the alcohol feels good, numbs, everything becomes blurred, like back then in tjukurrpa, with the only difference, that everything is lost in oblivion, everything exept the pain …

On the other side of the road are the shops, the pubs, the restaurants. The drunken stroll across the street, dazed in the fog of unconciousness, to where the usage of the wc is granted them for free. And seemingly, it doesn't matter how many cars are on the road, if it's just one, or many of those … the drivers stop to grant them free passage …

The drivers don't know, why they stop over, they call it respect, ruefullness, guilt, humbleness, that they feel for the lost ones, whom was taken everything by their ancestors, what was left to take …

In truth the people halt, because of the residue of tjukurrpa inside themselves, that lies dormant in their hearts, like it's lying in everything, that is alive.

Tjukurrpa Pt. III

Tjukurrpa is no religion – not even a god, no philosophy and no level of conciousness. It consists of all these categories, but is transcending these at the same time. Tjukurrpa can not be owned, it is no idea, nor belief. People who use Tjukurrpa for their own personal/narcisstic aims, or start to believe in it, are already outside the tjukurrpa – they stroll on different paths, destructive paths. In Tjukurrpa there is no destruction – neither is there death. There is just tranquility and absolute harmony, life and death are the same.

There also is no time in Tjukurrpa, since Tjukurrpa is older than any time. Tjukurrpa is in every being, human, fauna, flora alike, also in seemingly dead geological matter – and is biding to be recognized – although, it is arbitrary if it is recognized or not; if it happens today or in 10000 years. In Tjukurrpa moments are whole worlds and an universe is the first millionth of a second.

Tjukurrpa is in every human – if he/she's talking or blind, if suckling or aged, if able to think or impaired, if friend or foe, if awake and conscious or apallic, if dictator or beggar …

Tjukurrpa knows no words – every attempt to describe Tjukurrpa with words to get closer to it, is condemned. Tjukurrpa is absolute communication between everything that is without words.

Tjukurrpa understands nothing, but he/she who recognizes the Tjukurrpa and let it flow out from within, may find eternal reliance in Tjukurrpa and understands everything there is to understand.

Animals do not kill. Tjukurrpa doesn't kill. Only humans are able to kill agonizingly.

Tjukurrpa is absolute woe, distress and death.

Tjukurrpa is, what not is..