December 2010. Broken Hill, Australia
If you have been following business news with at least the slightest interest you probably have heard of BHP Billiton. It is Australia’s biggest company and also world’s largest mining enterprise. And if you ever wondered what the BHP stands for than I have the answer for you – BHP means Broken Hill Proprietary. Broken Hill is where BHP Billiton was born in 1885. But it’s not why I went there. It’s sure good to know what’s happening in the business world, but I am not so crazy about it to make a 1165km trip because of a famous company.
I went to Broken Hill because a few years ago I saw a photo. Yes, one photo was enough to convince me to drive for 14h to the place in the middle of nowhere. It’s not the first time this happened. Maybe there is something wrong with me, but good photos I come across tend to be a reason for me to go to places.
Anyway, I went to Broken Hill because of the photo of the Sculpture Symposium. Back in 1993 a dozen artists from all over the world came to this small town in the outback to show their skills. The effect is this extraordinary place – twelve unique sculptures in what seems like the middle of nowhere.
In recent years Sculpture Symposium has become a popular spot for watching sunset, so when I got there in the evening I was not very surprised to see the crowds. What surprised me however was what the crowd was doing – literary everyone (but me) was staring into the blinding sun. At the same time the sculptures were constantly changing in the evening light. The colors were amazing and nobody seemed to notice. All they had to do was to turn around, but they were too busy taking photos of the boring sunset…