I consider myself lucky. I grew up with a multicultural background.
My mother was from Germany, father from Australia and I was born and grew up in Hong Kong.
When you grow up like that, you always think you know things about the world that others don't quite understand, and believe you're truly capable of seeing things differently. That is until you find something you've never really had the motivation to learn about before.
The only experience, prior to this course, that I'd ever had with Indigenous art, culture or design was the very poor attempts of creating dot paintings in my high school in Hong Kong. We were given a list of symbols that were meant to represent words, and from there we were asked to create a final art piece telling some sort of story. In the end the majority of us ended up trying to create pretty pictures and making up a story out of that, as you would do when you're young and you don't quite understand the actual importance of such a thing to an entire populace. It makes it really interesting to look back now, with perhaps a little more appreciation and more of an open mind, willing to understand their culture and their true identities.
