About Quarries
The impetus for my working with quarries started before I discovered or had access to one. Scars in the landscape serve as metaphors for humankind's abuse of the planet and the earliest, generative impulse came from raw soil exposed along roadways. Two small paintings of this date from the late 70s. In the 80s, I had access to the quarry on Rock Bridge road, owned by a friend of a friend. Later, I've used the still-active quarry on Station Camp Rd, the one slowly eating away Pilot Knob.
