Pamela Beverly Quigley
(B. BERKELEY, CALIFORNIA 1963)
“When I think about the work I have created or want to make in the future,
there is a common thread that I return to no matter what the medium and
that is to delve into the quiet psychological aspects of the human experience.”
Beverly-Quigley has a background in printmaking, painting, and photography. Earlier in her art-making process she created screen prints, monoprints, and experimental pieces involving layering of photographic or hand-drawn imagery on non-conventional substrates, such as steel and fabric resulting in large artwork panels and installations.
Beverly-Quigley’s work explores both photography and encaustic painting, sometimes bringing the two together. Incorporating photography, drawing, painting, and ephemera into layers of encaustic wax— adding then subtracting and adding again—resulting in a depth of color, content, and texture. Layers are intentionally revealed or obscured to convey the feeling of the abstract quality of memory and time.
In her latest project – revolving around the once-expansive Great Salt Lake – Beverly-Quigley points her focus outwards, likening the landmark’s quiet decay to forgotten valleys of the human experience.
Beverly-Quigley exhibits her work both nationally and internationally. She has taught art and/or design since she was a graduate student at The University of Colorado—Boulder, Weber State University— Utah and has been an invited guest lecturer at The American Institute of Graphic Arts (AIGA), the Institute of American Indian Arts in Santa Fe, and more recently the Kimball Arts Center, in Park City, Utah.
Her work has been featured in a variety of publications including
The Lure of the Local by renowned writer and art critic—Lucy Lippard.
Masters in Fine Art | University of Colorado—Boulder | Photography & Digital Media
Bachelor of Fine Art | University of Colorado—Boulder | Printmaking
Searching for The Divine Feminine
yet the world seems to be sitting on the top of my head
burrowing in and not releasing anytime soon.
Murmurs of expectations and long, long lists of things to be done.
Time, never really my friend,
Asks more and more and more.
So I dream of gardens of endless scents,
Of long summer days
Conversations that move into the night
Without even a notice
Rare moments slowing, just a little,
To take in the beauty of it all.