"Djawaḻ’ is where the shark begins his journey. He was speared at a place called Garraṯa. Murayana threw the spear. He was traveling by himself, walking along, coming from a place called Djimbarrdjimbarrwuy. That is his place. And he climbed up a hill and looked this way.

And the shark felt the wind change. He felt the wind, Wuyumbul, change. A wind belonging the Dhuwa moiety. That was what made him wary, ready to move. He intuited from the wind that someone, or something, was coming there now. But he kept going.

Murayana kept going too. He climbed up a hill and turned and saw a good shark, my own märi. The Gupapuyŋu ancestral being, Murayana, sees the Djambarrpuyŋu shark. “Hey, what do we have here?” Murayana said in his Gupapuyŋu language. “My child?” Maybe that’s what he said. “I’m just going to spear it now,” he said. The spear he was carrying was called a baṯi, Warrawuṉbuṉ, nimatpili. His was a barbed spear. He kept traveling, and he put his spear in his spear thrower, took aim, and speared the shark. He turned in shock as the spear wounded him. The place was Garraṯa Binyanbi, where he was speared. “What’s this that’s got into me? My body is hurting. I’m feeling no good.”

Here, at the top of the painting, you can see him after that happened. He was exhausted. This was how he felt, he was a spirit, or maybe a reincarnation of himself. He went on as a spirit for a time, but then he became a body again. He went away with that spear in him, searching, looking for a home. He searched and he slept. He tossed and turned. The wind changed. “Where is this wind coming from, Wuyumbul? Is this wind coming from my home?” he cried. So, he went on looking. He kept going."

– WILSON MANYDJARRI GANAMBARR