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Broken Hill art



Broken Hill is known for its desert artists and there was none more colourful than Pro Hart. He made plenty of money from his art and was brash enough to paint his Rolls Royce.   I liked Pro but really I think this is just plain tacky.

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  1. Broken Hill art is like the Galapagos Islands - it's evolved differently to the rest of the world and it's FAAAABULOUS!

    Happy travels!!

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  2. Before I scrolled down and see the whole photo I thought you have captured amazing reflections on the car! :-)

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  3. I wonder if he had his type of art tattooed on his body? I was not keen on his art. Not very creative. Just a few motifs endlessly reassembled.

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  4. JM, you really made me laugh.

    Julie, I quite like some of his art but agree there are motifs endlessly repeated. What I find interesting is the way there is a genre of art which seems to follow the same pattern.

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  5. Hmmhmmm - there is a German proverb: There's no accounting for taste. (right out of the dictionary, ;-) - I only do hope it has the same meaning as the German proverb: never argue about taste)

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