Millions of dollars on yet another

art gallery - this time reserved for indigenous art?
There is already an art gallery for indigenous art in our city. There is also an indigenous cultural centre.
The former will be found by those who are interested but who cannot be bothered to travel much further north. Whether what is in there is genuinely indigenous art is another question.
The latter is something that tourists are taken to in the belief that they  will then leave the state "informed" about indigenous culture.
Do I sound cynical?
Perhaps I am. "Indigenous art" is a commercial business these days.  Indigenous culture is too.
When I was a kitten we lived for a couple of years in a remote area of the state. It wasn't the most remote area possible but it was on the edge of the great ochre coloured desert. 
Not far from the school house we lived in there was a "humpy" which had been built by a very elderly aboriginal gentleman. Our mothers were not at all keen on the children mixing with him. He rarely spoke to adults and, lacking any sort of bathroom, he was probably filthy dirty.
But, looking back, his little campsite was tidy enough. People I assume were his family would appear from time to time and he would get angry with them and order us to help him tidy up and dispose of rubbish they had left. His English was not wonderful. He had probably grown up speaking one of the many desert languages. I doubt he could read or write and what he ate or did all day is a mystery to me. Still, there was no harm in him and we children recognised that.  We stayed away from him unless he indicated that he was ready for company - which was not often - but when he was willing to talk to us he told us stories. 
I wish now that I'd had the capacity to record those stories in one way or another - or do I? They were stories about his childhood and stories he was told as a child. As a child they were simply stories to me too - the stories any adult might tell. 
Now I am aware that someone "preserving" the culture of the indigenous community might try and get this old man to tell his stories to them so that they could be recorded. I am also quite certain he would not have wanted that. He seemed happy enough to tell us as children but if an adult appeared he would stop. We knew better than to expect that he would continue.  It probably  made adults suspicious of him and his intentions. I suspect he simply didn't want to tell adults his stories. They would not have listened in the same way. 
All that leaves me wondering about spending millions of dollars on a building devoted to indigenous art. I wonder what we would really be looking at? What would we be seeing - and hearing? 
Whatever it was - or indeed is - I am sure it isn't what that old man would have seen and heard.