' This is my mother’s story at Purrungu near Tjukurla. There’s a waterhole there. People would come and sit down and sleep there. There’s a rockhole underground, and Tali (sandhills), there’s Kapi (water) and a lake. Irititja, long ago, all the ladies were travelling around getting bush tucker, crossing the sandhills, with their families. When the rain came, they saw all that water. They go other places, maybe Pangkurrpirri or Yilpikarri, but they always come back'. This Tjukurrpa is Minyma Kutjarra, two ladies, there at the rockhole, sitting round and digging. One of the ladies, she was a mother, she had a baby, so she got milk. Mother gotta go in and get the water from that underground rockhole. Go in when it’s full up, wet, and put that kapi on her mimi (breasts). But there was a snake at that waterhole so she can’t turn around, can’t turn her back to the snake, she just gotta keep walking back from the kapi. Just get that kapi and reverse back. She got that kapi and went back to the other ladies.It’s mum’s dreaming, I can’t do a different story. She told me I gotta do it like this, and when she passed away, we always do it like this. I was gonna put the two ladies [in the canvas], minyma, but I thought leave it, it’s right. I put the lake, the rockhole, the water, and the sandhills, Tali, like my mum always did. That’s the same story, happening in the same place. Yuwa, reallyTjukurrpa'.