When you stand amid ragged rocks, surrounded by monolithic sculptures, and look to Broken Hill on the horizon you start to put the ancient land and the human hand in to perspective. There is our laboured work; piles of tailings and lines drawn straight across the land, and around us the curves an artist saw in the stone and the random beauty of nature’s brushstrokes. That’s how things come together around Broken Hill.
Perhaps it is why this quirky place values art as much as precious ores hidden in the rocks.
Perhaps it is why artists mine the area for inspiration and miners are inspired to become artists.
Perhaps it is late and I’d better tell the rest of today’s story
before I waffle on all night…
After the Living Desert Sculpture Park we ventured to Silverton, home of a donkey named Dollar and a coin carver who turns pennies into jewellery and collects old bicycles.