In my immediate life environnement, around the Bugey mountain in Isère, there is to be found an important number of still active stone-quarries. The great plasticity of these stones, cut by the machines, their unequal suraces full of scars and inscriptions, piled and left in vast, labyrinthic open spaces, rapidly interested me as a subject.

I have since visited a good handful of quarries and never ceased to be impressed by the differences in light, colour and ambience in each one of them.

I would like, by the way, to thank the owners of the quarries and their staff, that have never refused to grant me access.