Benefactor was there at the start of huge art movement

p2356-peter-fannin-okBy ERWIN CHLANDA

 

One of the world’s greatest art movements started in a shared house in Papunya, one of Australia’s most remote towns, 250 kilometres by – in those days – corrugated dirt road.

 

School teacher Geoffrey Bardon, who liked to paint, produced a mural and said to some of the Aboriginal locals: “What do you think of that?”

 

“Not bad in a whitefeller kind of a way,” was the reply.

 

“Why don’t you do one blackfeller sort of way?” Mr Bardon replied.

 

Kaapa Tjampitjinpa – and others – took up the challenge and the Western Desert art movement took the world by storm, with sales in the hundreds of millions of dollars.

 

There are other versions of how “dot painting” came into being, but this one comes from Peter Fannin, now 86, who yesterday donated $100,000 to the Olive Pink Botanic Garden to start off a perpetual fund with a $250,000 target to assist the garden employing young Aboriginal people.

 

Mr Fannin was Mr Bardon’s housemate in the early 1970s and spent decades untiringly promoting the art form, became an alcoholic as he was using beer as a form of relaxation, reformed at the first rehab – “it usually takes two or three goes,” he says – and hasn’t touched a drop since.

 

He first thought complete abstinence, which the AA required, was nonsense, but then discovered his memory improved and he thought, why take the risk?

 

p2356-fannin-galleryMr Fannin gathered his own collection of early Papunya works, sold it to the Australian National Gallery (pictured) for $1m, supported the Purple House kidney dialysis facility in the Western Desert, now lives in a small flat at the Old Timers. He has pledged his estate to the artists-owned company Papunya Tula.

 

All through his eventful life – and I’ve known him for more than 40 years – he has been carrying a small magnifying glass (he is holding it in the photo at top) in his shirt pocket, taking every opportunity to enjoy his other passion, and his training, as a botanist.

 

He recalls the early days of the art movement were fraught with conflict, traditional people warning Kaapa Tjampitjinpa, “You will die, your children will die” if secret and sacred stories were shown in the paintings to the public.

 

“The Pitjantjatjara men were particularly strong on this,” says Mr Fannin, “which is rather ironic because now the Pitjantjatjara women are some of the most successful painters.”

 

Tjampitjinpa was an Anmatjerre man, but Papunya had become home to people from several tribes, including Pintupis to the west.

 

“This was deliberately done – divide and conquer,” says Mr Fannin.

 

“I had shouting matches with the [government] superintendent of the settlement.

 

“The Aborigines were hard done by but art was becoming an opportunity for them becoming less hard done by. It is now a most important contributor to their welfare.”

 

Another influential outsider was Bob Edwards, director of the Aboriginal Arts Board: “He spent more money on Aboriginal art than anyone else on the board previously and since.

 

“We only survived because he produced money to buy the paintings.”

 

Mr Fannin says Jennifer Isaacs, also from the Aboriginal Arts Board, went all over Australia but could not place a single dot painting. They were selling beautifully in Paris, of course. Finally Australia caught on.

 

He switched the very small boards the artists were painting on to chipboard which is four foot by three.

 

“I would be packing them up and dispatching them to Bob Edwards in North Sydney until I just dropped on the bed exhausted. And then I’d get up and pack some more.

 

“Not surprisingly I was using alcohol as a sedative.

 

“My particular friend was Mick Namarari. We would down many cartons of beer.”

 

The painters, enjoying the income, worked out motifs which “didn’t offend too many people” in terms of sacred imagery, says Mr Fannin.

 

Later he introduced the artists to painting on canvas on advice of local expert Virginia Crippen who suggested if Belgian linen was too expensive cotton linen would do the job. “We’ve had no complaints about it,” he says.

 

In the time he spent with the artists he collected 50 paintings, for three reasons.

 

“First of all I liked them. Secondly we were always running out of money and I put my hand in my pocket. And the nicest of all for us whitefellers, who like money, was for someone to come to my door and say, ‘I don’t want anything for this, Jungarai, I just did it for you’. It’s a reciprocal society.”

 

 

Meanwhile Olive Pink curator Ian Coleman says the garden, which celebrated its 60th birthday yesterday, has a big agenda which includes rehabilitation work of the banks of the Todd River by volunteers from the community.

 

 

 

 

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  1. Tara
    Posted September 30, 2016 at 9:54 am

    This is wonderful news! Thank you Mr Fannin. We are all the beneficiaries of your generous gift.

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  2. John Bell
    Posted September 27, 2016 at 10:41 am

    If there is any Alice Springs monument or project that deserves Mr Fannin’s goodhearted philanthropy, it is the Olive Pink Botanic Garden, the site of Miss Pink’s residence on the banks of the Todd.
    Miss Pink, the botanist, the first white Aussie champion of Central Desert native flora, while never forgetting the very first treasured flower she saw in her native Tasmania as a child.
    Miss Pink, white Aussie champion of the family rights of Central Australian Aboriginal women and children, as her gardener, Johnny Jambajimba Yannarilyi soon found out in the 1960s.
    Every payday Arnold, Warren and I took Johnny’s wages out to her place under strict instructions that it be in dollar coins. Miss Pink would then ration Johnny to a dollar a day, banking the rest to ensure that Johnny’s wife and children were properly fed and clothed.
    All the while, Miss Pink refused unemployment benefits for herself and tried to be self sufficient, scraping along as best she could.
    Miss Pink, the social reform agitator, relentlessly bombarding the authorities with letters of protest and in-your-face demands, particularly in the interests of the disadvantaged Aboriginal community.
    Miss Pink, the local character, self-proclaimed “Alician”, complete with parasol and Mary Poppins look-alike attire walking around town, born on St Patrick’s day, cheekily claiming that she was blessed because her Flora and Fauna Reserve was free of snakes, just like the Emerald Isle.
    Miss Pink, who walked the walk and talked the talk, never taking a backward step for Alician causes that she believed in. Passionately.
    And all this from her little ramshackle cubby house hut in what is now the Olive Pink Botanic Garden. Stinking hot in summer, freezing cold in winter.
    Yep. Mr Fannin, your largesse could not be bestowed to a more worthy project, in fond memory of a most worthy Alician.

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