



Glacial Granite YgLP #001
Glaciers scoured the outside with violence, I scratched out the interior with reverence
Emerging from a 20,000 year nap in a rock pile nestled in a pine forest, this stone recently took an exciting ride grinding it's way down 3,000 vertical feet encased in glacial ice.
The visual textures are subtle and largely uniform, resulting from an even aphantic matrix strong enough to survive the trip down the mountain. A perfect medium to instead draw attention to the flowing curvatures of stone.
- Dimensions
- 19 × 17 × 10 in
- Weight
- 145 lb
- Age
- 1,420 ± 25 Ma
- Formation
- Pinedale inner moraine
I have this very wonderful and very young snowy childhood memory of sledding and sliding down some north-facing mountainside near a cabin in Steamboat Colorado all day while my parents were out skiing. I had to have been quite young because my little brother isn't in this memory, and yet I think I was unsupervised, which would seem wild for a (probably) 4 or 5 year old kid; but... it was the 1980's
I couldn't have known then; but about 80 miles southeast of me there was this field of super cool rocks that had similarly slid & grinded their way down a north facing icy glacier 40,000 years before I was born; then just fell into a pile when the ice melted.
The outside of this stone was cut by the low rumbling patience of slow moving ice during the Pinedale glaciation, probably within or close to eyesight of what we now name 'Lone Eagle' peak. Then it just sat there with its' siblings while the glacier melted, and the trees and forest sprang up around it. An otherwise unremarkable hill in a quiet forest, but if you know what you're looking for...
I tried my best to honor and echo the tactile subliminality of shape which the glacier kissed the exterior with, when I scooped out the inner surface. I honestly don't know if I succeeded or failed, but I do almost always stop to run my hands over this one every time I walk by it, just to check.
Some of the inner contours were cut as a deliberate form of meditation/rememberance of poignant rock-climbs/hikes I've done in the Indian Peaks east of where this stone was born.


