Growing up, I was always fascinated by many sorts of artwork. Artwork has long been an effective means of expressing ideas, feelings, and critiques. My love of nature and art compelled me to visit additional art museums. When I went to an art display in my hometown, it reminded me of when I lived on a farm. We had a horse named Ringo, chickens, cows, and a pond to fish on. One day, when we were in the process of selling our property, our farmhouse completely burned down. Fortunately, we were in the midst of moving and had already removed all of our important belongings from the house.
Upon viewing this specific oil painting of a landscape, I was struck by the resonance of a story that would follow me for years to come. This is the tale that sparked my passion for art, wildlife, the outdoors, and my childhood house and paved the path for my ultimate self-expression.
My horse from my farmhouse
I never imagined having to deal with the issue of losing my house when I was a little girl. Being strong, self-reliant, free-spirited, and open-minded were skills I had to teach myself. I learned to never take things for granted from going through this event. I was able to absorb the surrounding nature while expressing my desires, feelings, and emotions through painting, drawing, and sketching. In addition to the experience making me upset, the terrifying moments I spent watching my house burn down gave me the strength to stand up for the things that I value most in life.
A crucial encounter that aided in my understanding of this obligation was visiting my local art gallery. I was particularly drawn to the exhibit of artwork that included paintings, sculptures, and computer installations with a sustainability theme. Using a range of creative techniques, the artist depicted both the wonders of nature and the impacts of human activities on our ecosystem.
I’ve been able to come to terms with my emotions and my trauma by learning how to communicate what I am feeling through art. I learned how to care for people when I was just nine years old and witnessed my parents and siblings going through the same thing. In hindsight, the farm home proved to be more than just a teaching tool; it also helped me to close the emotional gap that existed between my feelings and the traumatic event that taught me social literacy.
Art Gallery
I couldn’t help but make a connection between the landscape artwork and my own path. I considered myself to be a strong, resilient person who could create complex webs for my farmhouse. I was reminded by the painting that trauma ought to be accepted in all of its manifestations rather than being restricted to what society expects. I went through a spectrum of emotions during my visit to The Cleveland County Arts Council, which helped me better understand who I am and where I fit in the world. Every piece of art functioned as a mirror, reflecting back to me and the intense emotions I had upon losing my house. I felt as though the trauma I had been through had been resolved when I left the museum.
During this period, seasons and cycles of growth and decay permeated nature’s rhythmic patterns. I discovered that spending time in nature may be therapeutic since I was able to find optimism and acceptance in the natural world’s rhythms and cycles. As a result, the museum served as my acceptance and gave me the freedom to begin painting my thoughts and goals.
Emotional literacy recognizes the emotions in oneself and others. The concept became very popular in the late 20th century, increasing awareness of emotional intelligence and its impact on professional success. It recognizes emotional well-being and the role emotions play in making decisions, as well as relationships with one another. Emotional literacy fosters self-awareness, which I connected to when I went to the exhibit. It allowed me to focus on empathy and effective communication as I connected my love for nature, sustainability, and artistic abilities. Moreover, emotional literacy showed me positive outcomes in promoting a supportive learning environment.
Love for nature
After a few years, I’ve been guided to paint through difficult moments. My childhood boldness, independence, and fearlessness served as an evocation of my current freedom and self-determination. My dad had a heart attack not too long ago. I had to rush home and visit him right away, packing my stuff and getting in my car for a five-hour drive. I now have a different level of respect for myself since I can react rapidly under pressure. I now sense the rhythms of nature guiding me to my independence and love for others, having gone from rushing on a farm to rescue our belongings to moving rapidly on my feet for others.
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