Their best works are among the few modern paintings that can be hung and lived with indefinitely, not only in Australian homes. They impart colour, beauty and warmth to the rooms on whose walls they hang and looking at them one is immediately inspired by the feeling of wide open spaces and airy spacious freedom. These artists are interpreting for their public not houses or harbours, man-made fields, seascapes or pleasant green fields, but the harmonies of colour in rugged landscapes and the glow of patterning light that is reflected from the fissured faces of mountain bluffs. The colour symphonies of Central Australia are derived from the sheer beauty of its eternal rocks, unobscured by any cover of earth or grass. These artists, uneducated in the ways of the white man, who apart from Enar and Keith Namatjira speak no English, have never been to a city, nor read any criticisms of their work—not that they would understand any of the modern art jargon—are a unique and absorbing study. It's amazing to think that it is only 90 years since the Aruntas came in contact with the first white man, that they are only one step removed from the stone age and that unasked they have taken to water colour painting as a serious and lifelong occupation. There were other European ways of making a living open to them. But to this very day the white man's new occupations are indulged in with little pleasure or perseverance by the young natives of Central Australia in spite of their complete detribalization and their profound ignorance of the traditions of their forefathers. So far painting has proved the only exception. Of Namatjira much has been written and said. He was a fine person and a true gentleman of nature, who fell, as have done others before him arid no doubt others will after him, into the abyss between his old culture and the new, European way of life. In 1956 he was granted full Australian citizenship rights, enabling him to vote, to own property, and to go into hotels. He aped the white man, became a celebrity overnight and thus a controversial figure among his own people. They told him he had no right to their reserves, that he was a New Australian now, and to leave them be. As he was a leader of his people this situation presented all sorts of odd complications. In 1957 he made his first trip to the city to meet Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother. He stayed at the home of Australian author Frank Clune. In December 1958 he went again to Sydney to Frank Clune with Albert Namatjira. December 1958.