Emily Greaney
A face hidden, unlooking yet looking to be seen. Hands cradle and caress and gently pull you in deeper and deeper.
As the gouache and watercolor wandered over the surface of the panel, I, too, reacted to the layered imagery breathing from the surface. Affirmative thoughts tended to happen—reminders of thoughts I had from months or even years ago. I remembered thinking about the life hidden within the forest, the woven, webbed secrets gently shimmering and undulating through the trees.
Eventually, I began to realize a measure of irony with my process and the work coming from it. As I was making each piece, I was starting to be more conscious of the experience of replicating an intangible experience. It became a spiritual event trying to recreate a spiritual event. Feeling and ritual creation.