Delicately drawn figures in red ochre leaped across the back of an overhang, carrying sticks, bags or bows and arrows. A woman with fat buttocks had pointy boobs that stuck out at right angles to her body, defying gravity. Antelope fell from a crack, radiating curious lines. They spoke of a world and a people long gone, leaving behind an air of mystery in their shelters decorated with some of the most important rock art in the world … The ancientness of the place gave it a cosmic dimension, one that time could not touch. It put city life firmly back into perspective.
Extract from an article by Marion Whitehead