For months, she kept silent amid the APY art storm. Now Yaritji Young’s speaking out

We set out on a day of brilliant sunshine, the clear light intensifying the colours of the desert: blazing blue sky, boulders and ridges of glowing bronze, valleys lush with desert oaks, expanses of shimmering spinifex, patches of charred trees that stand out against the red earth; an ever-changing landscape that lulls and ­mesmerises as it rushes past. The outside temperature is in the high 30s, hitting with a sauna-like blast as we stop…