When Roy Underwood paints on canvas he depicts history, an oral history that is still as relevant today as it was when Roy was a boy and maybe 60,000 years before then. He depicts the creation of the the physical world, of the first beings who took their form from the animal kingdom but were mere men all the same, susceptible to the emotional spectrum and inadequacies that western poets and philosophers have written of for centuries.
These Creation beings shaped the landscape as they moved through it, leaving indelible monolithic reminders everywhere of their presence and power that is inextricably tied to the moral fabric of the natural world and the people that inhabit it.
Roy Underwood is one such person, born in a sacred place that cannot be named, brought into a world dominated by ceremonies celebrating the formation of the physical world, of every animal in it and the life affirming worship of water sources. When Roy Underwood paints, he doesn’t paint a picture, he paints the birth of Country, of his Country and in doing so continually celebrates the formation of all life.