Acrylic on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

Uluru has had a geological history dating back hundreds of millions of years.
Unlike the mega fauna and Gondwana tropical forest which were both present before migration from south east asia, both mostly disappeared due to ice ages, human migration, the introduction of dogs, cats and other destructive domestic animals and land management practices (and the need to survive) have changed much of the Australian landscape, but not "the rock". It remains steadfast, much as it has for 400 million years, except for some major rotational shifting of it's position.
Controversy, argument and division has been a more recent occurrence.
Interactions with the giant monolith went without occurrence until the more recent 30,000 years and most have occurred in only the last 100 years.
There is much myth and argument about who "owns" the 400 million year old monolith and claims of such ownership or right to climb, lack respect for how insignificant we are in terms of "the rocks" time scale.
We collectively display scant regard for and respect, for "the rock".
We name it, we fence it, we put up signs around it, we argue about access, we temporarily let people "manage access", which is what humans have done since their existence on this planet.
It has all occurred in the last 30,000 years, out of the 400 million years the rock has been around.
For 399,970,000 years there hasn't been a need for respect (give or take a few thousand years).
This painting, if we look deep into it, without a predisposed opinion, may reveal some bewilderment by the three characters observing "the rock" in silent.
Will the "Dark Emu" in the sky reveal itself?
What is the warrior thinking as he blends into the night scape?
The two Emu's look bewildered, is that possible?
How does "the rock" and it's tears of yellow and red, impact the viewer?