The Art of Healing
I was about five or six years old when I started drawing. It was a peaceful activity that allowed me to escape from the realities of what was going on around me. It was the only thing I could control. I started by drawing stick figures, X’s and O’s, and swirls. When I was concentrating on the art, it helped me forget about what I was going through and what I went through.
In school, I started to sit in the back of the class and just watch my art teacher. When my teacher wasn’t looking, I started drawing. I would get so lost in the moment and just draw for hours.
In my moments of tragedy, I found that creating art and writing poems and music was comforting, and allowed me to express my feelings in a positive way. Art truly provided a sanctuary for me – a state of mind where I finally had control over what I was doing. It allowed me to let go of the pain deep within my heart.
I would draw wolves, teddy bears, dogs, and I would draw where I wanted to be, or what I wanted to do in the summer. I always drew the night sky.
Today, art continues to play a tremendous role in my life and I still use art to help me heal and grow. It helps me with the things I cannot cope with on my own. I am also trying to branch out and explore more than just drawing. I’m quickly falling in love with painting and I’ve also starting working with clay.