Miyani
Miyani is my son’s name. It belongs to his spirit – an old, knowing soul in a young body; a healer walking through lifetimes. He carries Eastern Aranda, Kukatja (Luritja), Ngarrindjeri, Barngarla and Kokatha lineage.
‘Miyani’ honours my son and his unique neurodivergence; these spirits represent a universe of wondrous creatures. They speak without tongues, in a private language that doesn’t need words. Wherever they appear, they are in motion: playing, wandering, risking, adventuring. Even in fire, they speak.
Their faces grace the ends of long, dancing tendrils of flame. Sparks in the night smile as their little Miyani faces glitter at those watching. Miyani are everywhere and in everything. Human imagination always seeks them out – a life force. There is nothing like a Miyani to brighten a dull day. You can’t miss Miyani; you just need to look inside yourself. You can’t ignore Miyani Spirit; you just need to feel with truth and integrity.
The verbal description of Miyani was brought to life in conversation with my dear friend, Daryl Press, who is the proud owner of the first original Miyani artwork called ‘Trevor‘.
Miyani & Miyani Spirit is the current that runs beneath these creatures, my practice, and the way I listen to the unseen.
Nicola Kngwarraye Butler 